The end of our New York adventure. Sniff sniff.
Actually, cough cough, so I'll keep it short. We spent our last day in NYC walking between the Upper West Side (where we were staying) and Broadway.
We started off with a big breakfast at Sarabeth's, then headed to the park to try out a couple of the playgrounds on offer. It took us most of the day to move from one to another, and we ended up north of the lake (a tad green, weren't particularly interested in boating on it) in a lovely wilderness which was cool and relaxing. It was around 23 degrees most days, but certainly felt warmer than that. A bit of shade is a rare find.
Our babysitter arrived around 6 and Husband and I walked back to Broadway to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Andrew Garfield star in 'Death of a Salesman'. I sat my leaving examinations and performed a one-man show based around this play when I finished school for the drama unit, so it has a special place in my heart. Phillip is probably my favourite actor and I'm a huge fan of Mike Nichols' work (director of The Graduate, Closer, Silkwood). Andrew Garfield was a pleasant surprise, he had incredible emotional range. You'll be seeing him as Spiderman soon, which just shows his versatility.
Anyhoo, I wept like a baby most of the way through the show. It was something else. Certainly amongst the best theatre productions I have ever seen. There weren't many dry eyes in the room.Here are the photos from our final day in that wonderful town, though we chose not to ride in a hole in the ground. I'm off to find the cough medicine...