Nein, Roy hat Plan B nicht über den Atlantik geschippert. Noch nicht.
No, I didn't drive Plan B over to NY, but I did take a look at the boating possibilties. Pretty choppy in late January, but stirring scenery.
Sondern für ein paar Tage Tochter Stella besucht.
We had a short packed week together, Stella and I.
Lower Manhattan is our turf.
I would have to call Stella's neighborhood the Lowest East Side.
A banished canine, while inside a barely house-trained human is allowed in. Not fair, perhaps, but Doughnut Planet's a little piece of heaven on earth anyway.
Stella had to visit Condé Nast, now ensconced in the new World Trade Center. I was happy to walk around and gawk.
Meanwhile, looking uptown....
Poor Mark.
Ai Weiwei's Arch in Washington Square, one of his city-wide installations on refugees (and fences).
Not the youngest boarder, he's got his crutches on hand, should he need them....
Her charges line up for the Penn Station pigeon lady.
Stella at the WTC Memorial, now part of the redeveloped site.
Downtown NYC is soaring.
