|Sunny day in East Village|
|JR and Paul,|
|Le Petite Senegal in Harlem|
|Maty finds her countrymen|
|Maty, making friends in Little Senegal|
|My new travel hat|
|Pigeons roost on a stony thinker in Central Park|
|Workers enjoying the park|
|Skyline above the greenery|
I entered eagerly.
|The Death of Socrates|
|General Washington crossing the Deleware|
|Suit of armor and polearms|
|Mr. Satyr has a not-so-little problem, eh?|
I was spent by the end of my museum tour, so I trekked back to 59th Street and took advantage again of New York's superlative mass transit system to eventually arrive back at our apartment on Staten Island. Maty and I ordered out for Indian food, which was delivered with alacrity. This is New York City, after all.
The next day would be our last full day in the city and the last day we would have together. We slept well that night.