Well, I suppose it's goodbye

This lovely diner is just around the corner ... I think it was famous once. And on that note, Alycat and I will see you all very soon.

That reminds me, I'll probably have to lose a few pounds when I get home ...

We'll miss you Chelsea Square Diner

Had my last breakfast at the beloved Chelsea Square diner this morning. A Swiss cheese omelette, fried potatoes, buttered toast, OJ and a bottomless mug of coffee. Alycat couldn't get away from a Glen Ford, Lea Remmick thriller on the 24 hour classic movie channel. She would later pick up a BLT and coffee 'to go' on our way to see a very tall lady who lives on a very small island. It snowed over night so I wont go into too much detail about how freezing it was to be out in a boat on the water. Perhaps over time Alycat will bring herself to forgive me for suggesting such lunacy.

View at the top

One day the icy wind tried to take my breath away, but it had already been taken ... by the view at the top of a marvellous building. I dared to take my hands out of my gorilla gloves to take these pictures as proof that it wasn't a dream. Alycat was unable to be my witness, she was washing her hair at the time. 

A walk in washington square park

Besides a lot of dog walking, there was children chasing (by their parents, because they didn't want to go home yet); elderly people pushing ... in wheelchairs by the able bodied; piano playing; and there were multiple santas, leaning rather than walking.

I walked the high line

Today Alycat and I split up - she went thata way, and I went to ... the high line (stopping off at Chelsea Market on the way). It was one of the best days so far (sorry it was without you Alycat). And it wasn't so cold, being out-of-doors. I saw for the first time the statue they call liberty, over the water in the distance.

Did I mention the Flatiron building is at the end of our street ...

More Met Moments ...

Thought I'd share a few of my favourite pictures. The first one is, of course, Alycat - stunned at all the beauty. I almost had to carry her out of the place, she was so overwhelmed. The second one is by Carravaggio, and the third is an exquisite Ingre.