Back at the hotel, I had a minor panic attack after putting all the stuff that had to be packed on the bed. But I persevered, and now it is all packed. Yay!
I shall leave you with some more pics from my excursions.
Street art in the Village.
Basketball on an open court on 6th Street.
Playing American handball, one-wall, on asphalt. Hardcore.
"Come on! We were tied at 20!"
"We're up 20-19!"
"Oh come on! Tied at 20!"
"Fine. Tied at 20. Whatever. We'll still win."
And they did.
Scrap Yard. Heaven for graffiti artists. This is
where I bought the bag from yesterday's post.
I was so happy to stumble over this wall painting,
as seen in the mind-blowing documentary Up There.
The Dude abides.
Can you hear it calling your name, Melon?
The cupcakes, in all their glory.
Cookie dough cupcake on the left.
Oreo cheesecake on the right.
*insert Homer drooling sound here*
Sadly, the store didn't exist anymore.
A typical Nolita street.
Rack 'em and stack 'em.
Me and my homie Squeaker.