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Maybe a little bit short, just to mention that we had something to celebrate Yesterday ; After the third day, as teaches a quick math, we have invested the New York Pass already double out. Hopping by bus, MOCA, National Geographic, Top of the Rock, the Seinfeld tour and Empire State Building together provide valuable free entertainment for the remaining days, of which note. Today to the MT - walk! Although we have invested in metro tickets, Central Park is so inviting that we prefer moving aboveground. We start the day with Dunkin' Donuts and celebrate the Museum of Arts & Design (MAD) with a visit. Then we continue our way through the park, in the direction of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The carrier pigeon in me is probably slightly winglam, because when we leave the park we come to the discovery that the intended destination is exactly seven kilometers in the other direction...

Having flown, derailed, bust and disembarked, it is high time for a new challenge. There are stations with Citybikes in NYC. With the credit card, you can effortlessly tap two-wheelers and kick the stairs of the #MET (see header photo) .At the museum put the iron bunches back into the stable and shared a fries so as not to have to face the coastlines with an empty stomach. Believe me, I could place about a hundred images of all the splendor that this institution is rich. Although my choice is arbitrary, it does not honour the hours we wander between Greek and Roman civilisations, the cultures of Africa and the pottery of the wigs or monumental modern masters. You should have been there. We pass through rows of paintings, mountains of sculptures and heaps of carvings, and fall from one surprise to another.

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However, the surprise is complete if we are saddled with the next surprise after leaving the museum. Although a period of 24 hours chosen, there are no more Gazelles to seize. A helpline offers solace; according to their information, we have been cycling for almost five hours. We walk back to the stables and indeed it turns out that the lock has not gone quite properly. Fortunately, no man overboard, because for once the landlord wants to overlook the additional costs. Breathing, isn't it?

We decide to listen to our adventures by eating oysters at Bloom's Tavern and look for a restaurant there to satisfy our appetite in Indian. Between nose and lips I mention that we Prune could not find during this trip - Yes. The choice finally stands out Bengal Tiger , not least because of the frankly romantic reviews on TripAdvisor. I choose 9/10 peppers and take the warning for 'dangerously spicy' for granted. The staff keeps an eye on me, especially as left-hand and right-hand smullers die after starting fires in the mouth and belly. The bill was by no means peppered. Quenched to rest in prelude for a new day!

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