I use the word "stomping" only because my feet are killing me, I am dead. Even my Birkenstocks could not provide comfort after four hours of walking city streets. And I saw women in 4" heels - how is that possible?
It was all
big fun, sore feet and all. Lots of thrifting, people-watching, wine-sipping and baseball-watching at our local. Have I mentioned how much I love this city?
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In Brooklyn, an enormous indoor flea market with great vintage jewelry, et al. |
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I saw some 70's maxi dresses that Vix would love! |
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The Monk in Greenwich Village is loaded with vintage goodies too. Oh, the mannequin must be cold! |
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Eyeing the goods at the Brooklyn Artists and Flea. |
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George Washington, looking smart at Union Square. It was 88 degrees, and tank tops were
worn in nearly every venue. |
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I can't resist a shot of the Empire State. It follows me wherever I go. |
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In Greenwich Village, a glass of weak tea and a bit of ice. Guess the price!
(It's all worth it for the views.) |
Tonight we sail on the schooner
America, for a sunset cruise. Champagne and city views, Life is Good.
Have the very best day, and stay fabulous,
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Patti
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