I have decided that I really hate mice but rats are sort of like little squirrels. I have been watching the ones that have survived the NYC poison squad, sitting up like squirrels, eating nuts in the subway. I must admit there is the security of me on the platform, and the rats on the rails, but they were rather cute.
The weather here has been totally glorious. Bright sunshine and never cold – I think it must be the humidity. The young dude on the Staten Island Ferry did quiz me about whether I was totally normal given my t-shirt wearing ways. Virginia has been easy to find – I can spot her a km a way as her t-shirts are all striped. We have had a number of where’s Wally moments – sitting beside each other desperately trying to find each other (even without the mules).
We paid homage to the lady of enlightenment and then back to the centre of power – homage to the New York Stock Exchange. A rub of the bull’s face (we weren’t having a bar of rubbing him anywhere else, although the giggling Japanese girls were well into it), a moment of serenity at the 911 memorial and then walked miles to play homage at the multinational temple of coffee – mules have been competing with spiced pumpkin latte.
Sleeping under the stars 