After many many pictures from the observation deck we wandered away, just as the bright sun was becoming unbearable. We came upon a trio of older gentleman putting on an impromptu Jazz concert, and they were marvelous. I don't usually like Jazz but they were so talented we couldn't help but stop and enjoy them for a bit. You could tell they'd been playing together for ages, and I would have just loved to have a cup of coffee with them and hear their stories.
By then the din from the National Puerto Rican Day Parade was becoming too much to ignore, and we went to see what we could see.
With heavy hearts we started back to collect our bags, grab a quick bite, and head out of town. I hadn't had any New York style pizza yet, so we got a few slices at a tiny hole-in-the-wall place on the Upper West Side and ate and talked about New York. I've decided that although it's expensive and crowded, I love that city. I love the grid and the fact that it's so easy to get around. If I lived there I would never drive again. I love the tempo of a bustling city, and that there's so much to see and do. It's like Chicago on steroids. If we had jobs that paid well enough to afford it, and the opportunity to move, I could definitely see us living there. Maybe not forever, but for a few years while we're young and energetic and used to living like paupers. I don't know if we'll ever have the opportunity to be New Yorkers, but for now I'm content to visit it as often as I can.