harbour cruise
this was definitely one of the highlight of my trip. because i forgot to bring my watch, i had to wait at the pier for an hour before we could actually get on the boat. however, this meant i got a really good seat on the packed boat, behind this one chick with insolent, sexy eyes and a killer southern accent, and a couple of seats from an angellic french teenager with a body made for sin. *drool* to top off the good views, the cruise was narrated by this comedian who sounded just like seinfeld! fabulous.
the frick collection
together with brooklyn and the guggenheim, this is another one of the rare few really cool places in new york city. the paintings and statues (bronzes, marbles and even a terracotta diana) were splendid, set in a gorgeous house with impeccable interior decorations. must say though, i wouldn't enjoy living in a place like that: wouldn't be able to leave a mess without scores of minions to clean up after me. and i'd probably feel too lonely.
the whitney museum of american art
different. a poor man's guggenheim. isn't quite worth the $15 admission. the most interesting exhibit was about the hippy phenomenon in the sixties (that, incidentally, was free). a few other cool paintings round off a rather strange collection.
random pub in little italy
had grand plans but then it rained. did the only sensible thing and dived into a random pub. sank a few brews with a bloke called michael, who turned out to be fascinated with asia, and disturbingly probably knows more about taiwan than i do.
train ride to washington
the seats were surprisingly roomy. read and dozed in the sun. not really any good scenery along the way. just little and big towns dotting the countryside. a good way to travel, to think.
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