This is for Emily..

My friend Emily asks, "is there anywhere to buy a meat pie in New York?"

So I find this place on St Mark's place, east of First Ave.

And apparently it sells meat pies.

And lo and behold, they sell meat pies.

The answer is "yes".

The end is nigh..

Week 1 - stuff seen randomly about

Here's a few random things I saw in the first week here, before I fell stupidly ill.

The Cupcake Lover:

A lot of Converse Shoes:

A nicely washed out photo of Times Square:

And "Radioactive", an Art display in one of the NY Public Library buildings in Mid-town. By the way, the interior of the library buildings I've seen thus far are gorgeous and make me wish I had even an inkling of photographic technique/equipment on me.

Space Invaders!

Who remembers this?

Sleepless in New York..

I had every intent to actually run this as a travel diary for a few weeks, but a few things got in the way.

Well, no, I sort of fib - my normal "meh, diaries!" got in the way. So I decided to play a bit of catch-up - then I fell ill with a cold and respiratory infection which has kept me knocked out for a good week or so.

So, here I go - catchup.

The Flight Over

The flight over was mostly uneventful - except for the complete lack of sleep. Since this was a 30 hour transit from Perth to New York, this made for rather interesting experiences near the end of the trip.

LAX

.. was again, a complete and utter mess. I was sent to the wrong terminal; then after walking from terminal 2 to terminal 7 and back, I find I needed to walk across the road to the Bradley International terminal. I likely should have been much, much more prepared than I was.

JFK

Relatively smooth, for a change.

Subway to Manhattan

I sat next to a Brazilian photographer who told me of his love of asian women. He showed me a few photographs and then proceeded to photograph them secretly without their consent or awareness. I then figured out most of his photos are like that. This creeped me out somewhat.