I guess you could say that I am addicted. Tom and I both are. There is something about this city that just pulls at me when I am here. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, every time, I get kinda teary looking at the city. Tonight we hit it at the perfect time, sunset. I had never walked the bridge in the evening. It was REAL cold and there was a little sprinkle of rain, but it was pretty magical. The sunset over the city, the statue of liberty looking like she was plunked down in front of a gorgeous pink and orange painted back drop. breath taking.
My mother-in-law and I paused for a quick photo op on the bridge. It's her first trip to the city so Tom and I are having fun taking her to all of our favorite spots. This afternoon: Grimaldi's in Brooklyn for the best pizza in the five Burroughs. Seriously. Best. Pizza. Ever.
Okay, this was a majorly dangerous stop for me. Purl in Soho. Spectacular yarn. I was trying not to buy all the yarn in the world but I really might have to sneak away for a tiny bit more before I leave the city.
We dropped into this precious little bakery/coffee shop on the recommendation of my friend Stephanie. And it did not disappoint! Maybe the best lemon tart I have Ever eaten. Oh, and it is Right next door to Purl. I was in some sorta heaven but felt a bit manic in wanting to dart in and out of both at the same time. Coffee, yarn, tart, yarn, more coffee, more yarn...
Friday was my 10 year anniversary. That is a whole 'nother blog about how insanely in love I with him after 10 perfect years of marriage. So, my mother-in-law met up with some friends and gave Tom and I the day to hang just the two of us. The friends she met up with took her over to Staten Island and took her Mushroom picking and Bee keeping! How cool is that?!?!? She came home with this mountain of mushrooms and a sack full of sumac (for tea?), a giant jar of fresh honey, and a bag of ginkgo biloba nuts? berries? anyway, it was crazy and so cool. We cooked up the mushrooms last night - yummy! And I've had delicious honey in my tea.
My favorite farmers market in Union Square. And it's even more special in the fall with all of the pumpkins, piles of corn, and still gorgeous fresh cut flowers.
Just a random something or other in the village...love it.
Oh, and our feet after shopping the farmers market and buying the prettiest, pinky-purple cosmos from a local grower. This city, with all of it's concrete and tall, tall buildings, hustle, car horns, people rushing on and off of trains...it still has fresh flowers, lush green spaces, and sweet smiles on elderly men playing odd musical instruments I have never seen before. Really, what more can you ask for?
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