I use the word “stomping” only because my feet are killing me, I am dead. Even my Birkenstocks could not provide comfort after four hours of walking city streets. And I saw women in 4″ heels – how is that possible?
It was all big fun, sore feet and all. Lots of thrifting, people-gazing, wine-sipping and baseball-watching at our local. Have I mentioned how much I love this city?
|In Brooklyn, an enormous indoor flea market with great vintage jewelry, et al.|
|I saw some 70’s maxi dresses that Vix would love!|
|The Monk in Greenwich Village is loaded with vintage goodies too. Oh, the mannequin must be cold!|
|Eyeing the goods at the Brooklyn Artists and Flea.|
|George Washington, looking smart at Union Square. It was 88 degrees, and tank tops were
worn in nearly every venue.
|I can’t resist a shot of the Empire State. It follows me wherever I go.|
|In Greenwich Village, a glass of weak tea and a bit of ice. Guess the price!
(It’s all worth it for the views.)
* It was $6 plus tip. Welcome to New York, as they say with a grin : >
Tonight we sail on the schooner America, for a sunset cruise. Champagne and city views, Life is Good.
Have the very best day, and stay fabulous,