the city that never sleeps

OK, I’m on a roll now. New York, Part II, coming right up!

Our last full day in the city was Easter Sunday. It was a glorious spring day, without a cloud in the sky, so we decided to check out the Easter parade on Fifth Avenue, before spending a lazy afternoon in Central Park.

We strolled through Manhattan, enjoying the sunshine and taking in some of the more famous New York sights.

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When we arrived at the top of Fifth Avenue, we found ourselves in the middle of a crowd of New Yorkers (and their dogs) wearing some fantastic Easter bonnets. Everyone was laughing and talking to strangers, taking pictures with the people in their fancy hats, and having a great time. The smell of hot dogs wafted through the air from the many street vendors’ stands, and the overall atmosphere was that of a carnival.

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Yes, that dog does have painted nails. Of course.

We spent a good couple of hours wandering around talking to people and taking pictures, before deciding it was about time we continued on our way to Central Park.

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Until you’ve seen it, it’s hard to imagine just how big Central Park is. Or how surreal it is to be in the middle of an enormous, lush green park, surrounded by trees, with skyscrapers visible overhead. I can’t help but admire the fact that in a city like New York, where land is at such a premium, this massive space has been left as a park for everyone to enjoy.

After a delicious afternoon in the sun, we made our way over to the Rockefeller Center, for what was to be the highlight of our trip. I can’t resist a good view. (My favourite thing to do in Paris is go up the Montparnasse Tower.) We had been told by various people that the best view of New York is from the top of the Rockefeller Center. So we arrived as the day was drawing to a close, and stayed up there until night had well and truly fallen.

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It was the perfect way to round off our trip.

The next day, we had just about enough time for one final walk around the neighbourhood, one final breakfast of bagels and fresh orange juice at the local Jewish bakery, and then it was time to say goodbye to New York, and head off to the airport.

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7 thoughts on “the city that never sleeps

      1. pépère the cat Post author

        Haha, badass is the right word for her! Actually, I generally found the older New Yorkers hilarious. They just don’t make people like that anywhere else in the world!

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