If it wasnt for the desert called a "blintz" which was certain to soak up a lot of the alcohol I had consumed last night I am sure that I would have been broken today. I got up late and didnt do too much.
Tried to look at some shops but didnt find much of interest.
After a few drinks, I ended up at a charming old italian restaurant just off eighth avenue in Chelsea for dinner. It even had Frank Sinatra songs playing - If I hadnt realised already- I was definitely in New York and three weeks into my trip feeling a bit homesick. (a big hello to everyone at home)