A few scenes from yesterday’s trip to New York. I couldn’t get over how “tall” everything was – we didn’t have that in Vienna. And just as amazing were all the sirens and honking you could hear from over forty stories up – we definitely didn’t have that in Vienna. So much noise would be a total lack of ordnung.
Now that the super-duper phone came, I’ve been playing around with the Instagram that everyone is so fond of – have to say, it makes everything look a bit more dramatic.
And apparently everyone who’s anyone was in New York, to include President Obama and Secretary of State Clinton (who were at a fundraiser in our hotel no less; the valet pretty much laughed at us when we told him we were planning on getting the car that evening), and Justin Bieber. I mean, if that’s not the who’s who in these parts, I don’t know who is.
A very long 24 hours and very high-energy (is there any other way in New York?) ending with an epic explosion by diplo-baby all over my work suit and white shirt at dinner – but I’d like to think that no one noticed (or at least, had the grace not to say anything) – we just showed ourselves to the bathroom and a quick costume change for each of us later, we were back at the dinner table.
And a couple of more scenes for New York – like the Red Velvet Brownie Sunday the night before at Bar Americain (what’s more Exotic America than a place called Bar Americain? It’s no Harry’s American Bar but it was good, despite it’s Cheesecake Factory like decor – definitely have the Sundae and the house made potato chips with blue cheese dip.
And the courtyard of the MoMA…
And hamburgers…delivered by bicycle…in Vienna when we asked for salads to be delivered from our favorite place they told us to come by and bring our own bowls…I didn’t even bother explaining that that would defeat the purpose of delivery…
Photography by The New Diplomat’s Wife.