At Rockefeller Center, Greg could not seem to find a way to manipulate the sign to say "30 Rock," and he had to settle for a picture with me.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art was our first stop. I finally was able to see a Rothko painting in person. I did not care how ridiculous it was, I wanted my picutre with a true Rothko. In person, the colors seemed suspended in space as if they were hovering off of the canvas; it was an incredible experience.
We made several stops to Greg's favorite Italian restaraunt. He cannot get enough of Sbarro.
Of course, we stopped to give our musical salute to Simon and Garfunkel.
Greg was truly greatful that they marked his entrance into China Town with a parade. They are so hospitable.
Kerouac, Wolfe, Twain, Dylan, and so many more stayed here at the Chelsea Hotel.
3 comments:
I love New York also! But I love more, that you posted new pictures of your greatest happenings!!!
How incredibly fun you must of had. You guys fit right in with the big apple. So stylish, cutest couple award. Thanks for making my night, by updating the blog. It is always a delight keeping track of you youngins. We miss you, hope the week is treating you right so far.
How did you get your blog to look so cool? I'm jealous.
Why don't you update it more?
Um... is that what cool people do? They go to New York? I thought that the only cool thing to do was stay home and make babies. Next time send me the memo because I refuse to make any more babies. I'm taking the next decade off. Travel please!
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