New York on a Friday afternoon

I used to work in NYC.  I don’t anymore, I work on Long Island, just ten minutes from home.

I don’t miss the commute.  But I do miss being in the city.

So when business took me into Manhattan on a recent Friday, I was happy to go.

My business meeting was in the Times Square area.  Lots of tourists in the area, enjoying the sites and snapping selfies.  Costumed characters trying to make a living by posing for pictures with the tourists.  Street peddlers selling “pashmina” scarves and designer-knockoff handbags.  Hawkers trying to convince tourists to ride a double decker tour bus or visit Madam Toussard’s.  Street musicians playing classical violin, jazz sax, even steel drums. Pushcarts selling hot dogs, or felafel, or chicken biryani.

It’s a walking city.  I forget sometimes how easy it is to meet, or exceed, my step goal while just getting from point A to point B,

I thought about getting lunch from a pushcart, but instead opted for lunch at Wasabi Sushi & Bento (review coming).

My business meeting was somewhat disappointing.  But I really enjoyed my afternoon.