Still in New York

Cris and I are supposed to be doing this trip on the cheap. Most of our hotel is being paid for by our Hilton "points," and her air ticket was free. We're not spending the way we used to -- no Broadway show tickets. But we're still spending a lot, I'm afraid, on meals and souvenirs. We walk into a museum shop and emerge fifty or eighty bucks later. Credit cards are dangerous things.

The weather here was hot and humid and sticky in that inimitable New York way for the first few days of our trip. We spent as much time as possible indoors, in museums, movies, and the hotel, and tried not to travel places on the subway we had to transfer (the trains are airconditioned, but the platforms are, famously, not). We did spend an evening at Shea Stadium, but watching a ballgame in warm weather is a treat for someone from San Francisco where, not even a week ago, I wore long underwear to a night game.

Today the weather changed. It was a little cooler and the humidity was much lower. We braved an architectural walking tour, and later walked through Greenwish Village and Chinatown to Little Italy, where Mulberry Street was closed and the sidewalks were covered with restaurant tables. We had a great meal at one of those restaurants -- and I'm sorry I can't plug it, but I have no idea of the name -- they all are more or less alike as far as I could tell. Cris bought a bunch of t-shirts with the word "fuck" on them. Finally, back to the hotel, where we iced our ankles and knees and watched things like "World's Scariest Police Chases" on television. Quelle luxe!