It’s inevitable. When in New York, you are duty bound to follow the tourist hoards and tick off the big ones. Being our 10th wedding anniversary yesterday, we felt it therefore excusable to make our way to an over-priced cocktail bar on the 65th floor of the Rockefeller centre downtown. For the view though, it was most definitely worth it.
Our feet and energy levels are showing signs of wear now that we have reached the penultimate day of the trip. Welcome, therefore, is our retreat-in-midtown hotel which celebrates top spot on my list of unique and restful places to stay. Their decorative theme is wood and foliage, with plants throughout and chunks of responsibly sourced American cedar furnishing the lobby and bedrooms. The smell is divine, the toiletries are lush, the bed is made from hemp…..I could go on but I imagine you aren’t checking in with our New York progress reports to find out about our lodgings.
We’ve taken a slower pace today and headed down to Greenwich Village, formerly where beatnik poets might gather but slightly disappointly, where the high end shops have now infiltrated. Gratefully, the humidity has eased, so ambling around has become easier, or, where Malkie is concerned, reading Andre Aggassi’s biography in the park is no longer sweat-inducing.
We pretended to be locals at The Village farmers market. It is good for the conscience to eat soft, sweet fruit grown not far from the city.
Apologies for relentlessly returning to the subject of food, but I must note here that sadly the high standards of the suburbs isn’t easily found here in the city. Allow me to retract my earlier statement about all the food in New York being amazing. It isn’t. However this sage realisation has led us to a heavenly food Mecca called Wholefoods nearby, a huge organic supermarket with a salad bar, hot food section, and juice counter that made my eyes pop. Americans do supermarkets in a way that makes the UK look positively lazy. (Yes, even Waitrose).