Georges Le Soq takes Manhattan.....

We were on the bus to NY city Saturday, and somewhere around I-80 I hear sounds coming from the wife's backpack. We had a STOWAWAY, my rotton French sock monkey Georges Le Soq...we considered leaving him in the backpack where he might have run out of oxygen, but he was kicking and screaming so much the other people on the bus were starting to look at us strangely....
we got off the bus in Bryant Park behing the NY Public Library and went down into the subway and headed downtown....


.....our destination was Nolita, where Georges saw this store full of monkeys, the area just east of Soho for lunch at

Wild Ginger on Broome street...YES, we were there in August...vegan Thai place, holy cats it is dynamite, my favorite restaurant on earth....
..then we joined all the other Eurotrash like Georges over in Soho so we could shop and have a coffee at the same dang yuppie coffee joint on every other city corner on earth..except, you see, I have a gift card, so why not go to starschmucks and dig the sexy scenesters and supermodels?
The wife tells me I am a HIPSTER, oh yes she does....


I had lived briefly in NY city in the mid 80s, on Wooster St in SOHO, near that starschmucks (but long before there were overpriced coffee joints). NY city was a shaggy and and funky place then, a lot more safe and clean nowadays for sure. I walked a lot when I lived in NY city, and still do. Just north of SOHO is NY University and the village and Washington Square park, a favorite neighborhood of mine, with a zillion wonderful artists, writers, transvestites and pug dogs in costume... Georges wanted a photo of himself framed by the arch looking up Firth Ave at the Empire State Building....


A big goal of the day was to head back up to midtown---a relative just bought an apartment on 57th street and we wanted our first look at the place. I know, we have a relative living at the center of the UNIVERSE!!!!! This is the terrace...and you are welcome to say HOLY CATS that is sooooo cooooooooolllllll.....

Dinner, as in August, at heartland Brewery, whose beers I would kill for....Georges says the same thing....

Usual tourist type shots eh?




The wife got these awesome Versaci pants in NY--she is a skinny b!tch, isn't she (Just like the book of that title) But by GOD she is super gorgeous...(thanks Cheri for the San Diego tee and emily for the purple hat!)