It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
We had not taken the bus yet this trip. The sky creaking bright blue, in the sun actually sultry. With a coffee in hand towards the American Museum of Natural History , known from the film with overnight stay. As we walk past a stop, a bus stops and we get in. Along the way we make plans for an urban picnic breakfast and if we continue our tour on foot, we stock up at a supermarket. A portion of clam chowder and baguette hummus. When we turn towards the water, we suddenly find ourselves in Riverside Park. Enough benches, also in the sun and so we sit there enjoying this happiness. The museum is housed in a monumental building, truly beautiful!
The collection did not captivate us. Maybe spoiled by the Met, or just not in the mood for stuffed elephants, this stuff and stuff about exotic cultures, dinos or a planetarium. Anyway, the most important thing about this visit was to find the exit. This was complicated by the combination of huge numbers of visitors and the poor signage. Almost outside, a lady with a questionnaire interfered with us with a satisfaction survey. 45 minutes after that, we were outside, gall spit and all. All the time in the world due to the limited duration of this visit, so to Bloomingdale's! We see pots and pans, beautiful dinnerware, precious clothes, too much to mention, and everything in a perfect Christmas atmosphere. On each floor there is or hangs a work of art that represents the signs of the zodiac, free samples are offered everywhere and also the muzac costicism is tip-top. Thanks to the New York Pass, we are entitled to a gift and both receive a linen bag with which you can buy. After this force majeure of magic, we step into our hotel room for the Christmas movie of the day: #HarryPotter share so-and-so much. Hocus Pocus Take the place, because tonight might just be very late.
We follow advice and arrive at Ichiran at dinner time. Windows, no frills. You are in a booth that also has a bit of a study place or cell at school; The sidewalls hinge so you can join not only solo, but also with larger groups. As if you fill in the TOTO, you order in writing what the pot purchases and draw attention by means of a push button. A curtain opens, closes again, then opens again and when your windows are in front of you closed again. The form allows you to order toppings and possibly a drink, water is freely available from a cooler. It doesn't get cooler than this. We let it taste our slurping.
The church we visited earlier this week, turns out to be a stage tonight for a must-see mass. Actually, I have been wanting to go to church for Christmas for many years, but without an acceptable argument this is not the case. Now that we have time in New York, we take the opportunity. The benches were optimistically optically half-full, the robes of bold colour leave enough to the imagination and a beautiful sermon makes monotonous beautiful memories with beloved brothers and sisters. Songs are sung, from quiet nights to angels in chorus. Everything insane and beautiful, not fearful, even right before a birth. He is incensed, worshiped with the Our Father, with him you can eat and drink. A special sensation of togetherness. Holy crap, that was beautiful.
Merry Christmas!
