For some reason we all woke up at about 4am and spent s good amount of time sifting through the internet and ZAGAT to try and find some where decent to have a big breakfast. We found a Diner not too far from where we are staying but out of the touristy area called 'WESTWAY DINER'. By this stage it was about 6am and we were all absolutely starving so we all rushed off to get dressed. At about 6.05 i was fully dressed with my thermals, jumper, coat and scarf- it was going to be 3 degrees today. Of course, inside the apartment, they have really good heating to make sure their guests are not inconvenienced by the extreme cold. So after waiting about one and a half hours for Daisy to put on some socks i was exhausted, sweating, breathing hard and close to having a heart attack. After collapsing on the floor, Daisy just needed to go to the toilet and than we left.
On saturday, the NYC streets are very quiet but what stood out more than --- was the weather. The coldness is unbelievable- no matter the quantity of clothes you put on, it feels like your naked, being dragged against a glacier. And in case you werent cold enough, every 2 minutes a wind rushes by which cuts through your chest like shards of glass and razor wire.
The diner was nice and warm and there were a few booths of NYPD police men which gave us some hope. I ordered french toast with butter and syrup and sausages and egg. Bec and Daisy ordered cutlery and a plate. Im not sure if i was supposed to mix the syruppy french toast with the sausages and egg- but i didnt want to offend the waiter- so i did and it was sweet and savoury goodness. I cant truthfully recall if it was nice because i was so hungry by this time, i think i ate my fork.
We than headed to the Chelsea Flea Markets- which is a weekly marketplace held by the locals where they sell antique wares. I was expecting useless crap like at the dodgy asian tables at Flemington or Parklea- but i was pleasantly surprised. They really sold antique things- really beautiful and elegant antique jewellery and furniture. Despite their beauty- the jewellery is utterly useless (where the hell are you ever gonna use a brooch?) and the furniture would need to be packed and shipped. This, however did not deter the ladies from marvelling at every single piece in the 200 store marketplace and the dramatically awed responses to the crazy store owners bullshit stories about the antique wares 'dat peece was made in 1485 by saint Jesus' 'oooOOOOOo THATS AWESOMMMEEE DID YOU HEAR THAT....woooooaaaa' and 'I know baxes, i been makin baxes since before i was born, im the only bax man on the easst coast'.
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