We eased into Day Three with a morning spent exploring Central Park further. It was nice to have a cruisy start to the day and to amble around the park ticking off a multitude of famous movie scenes.   I enthusiastically suggested to the Favourite Husband that we could photograph ourselves in famous spots re-enacting said scenes.  I was thinking we could improvise with the snowball fight scene from Elf, but no, the lack of snow was an issue apparently.  Sticking with my Chris

Day Two and we were up and at ‘em early again. No rain today, but definitely chilly.  I was thrilled about the weather because I had two enormous suitcases of winter attire in desperate need of air time. Traveling light? Not in this lifetime. We headed to Carnegie’s Diner  for breakfast. I boldly ordered the pancakes with a side of bacon, and the Favourite Husband had steak and eggs, as you do. The portions are insanely enormous and subsequently there is huge wastage. You see

When you’ve spent Christmas in New York, you return home sad that it’s over.  It’s like that fabulous Wham song “Last Christmas” I gave you my heart … and now I feel like you’ve broken up with me. Forgotten about me already. Moved on. I now face a Summer ahead of record-breaking temperatures in the high 30’s, when Christmas was a blissful -9. I think it shows a certain level of bravery to choose New York City for Christmas. Bravery or “sadomasochism,” according to the Favouri