The big blue building in the back is the UN by the way.
Coming from Africa I burned lobster red while touring the Big Apple in the first spring days. Song I felt like singing out loud all day was Nina Simone’s: Birds flying high you know how I feel / Sun in the sky you know how I feel / Reeds driftin’ on by you know how I feel / It’s a new dawn / It’s a new day / It’s a new life / For me / And I’m feeling good. With a very long and happy eeeee in feeling and oooo in good.
After nescafe powder and milk powder for over half a year, a heartshaped cappuccino, blueberry muffin AND carrot cake for breakfast tasted like an angel pied on my tongue. I am aware that this is most likely no English expression, but it was so good!
After spending the amount of the money on a haircut that would have been enough to vaccinate the complete population of Ghanaian children under five against all possible deseases, I felt bad. So we went to the MOMA in Queens to do at least something reasonable and go for a swim in modern art swimming pool.
And the rest of the time we hang around in parks (even old railways are parks in NY), listened to great jazz from a balcony stage, had a lovely picknick with old friends, went for a jog and romantic evening walks and yes, I spent some more money in my new favourite shop (Japanese Uniqlo, go there, it’s Japan’s gift to mankind apart from sushi, suzuki and tamagogis).
