Exiting on Grand Street in Chinatown, I had a wander throught the Lower East Side, passing the very-uber New Museum of Contemporary Art, which had this lovely artwork/message on the outside:
I shall have to go back once the weather turns bad again.
I then wandered through the East Village, stopping for lunch at Porchetta. They're famous for their pulled pork sandwiches, and it really was delicious. I shall have to get used to eating at the counter. I went looking for a hat (my fair-skinned face and dark hair are suffering in the heat) and found the US equivalent of Primark, Century 21. It has a similar clientele to Primark as well, but I got a necklace for $1.50, so I shouldn't complain. For curiousity's sake I stuck my head into Topshop, staying long enough only to note that it was even more overpriced and arrogant than it is at home.
I stopped in Madison Square to try the Shake Shack shake. According to the guidebooks, Shake Shack has become an institution in New York for their burgers. I didn't try one, still being full of pork, but had a frozen custard chocolate milkshake instead. It was brilliant and worth every calorie. Lots more walking (and sweating) later - I hopped confidently onto the Metro, only to find that I had got on an Express train and ended up 30 blocks further south than my house. Balls. Foiled again.
Tomorrow it looks like I am hitting the beach with Judy the flatmate, then Sunday brings brunch with Dara, a good friend of Jenn's who used to live in the area. Nice to have some plans that involve other people. I realise these will come more and more as I get settled, but at the moment it's all looking a bit, well, solitary. Still, mustn't grumble.
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