On Friday, after Jeffery got off work, we went to see the inside of the building I call the Mr. K building, and then on to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We finished our night with a shared sandwhich at Pastrami Queen. The sandwhich cost $18, but it was so good, and so big, it fed us both a dinner, and then a lunch the next day.
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| The afternoon police officer briefing across from our hotel. |
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| pretty window |
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| This was the end of the line of folks who had camped here in hopes of getting free tickets to Saturday Night Live |
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| The Mr. K restaurant |
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| chopsticks with celebrity names on them; we assume these are the celebrity's personal chopsticks when they dine here |
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| The wood just glowed like lit-from-within satin |
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| The main lobby of the Mr. K building, which was originally the RCA/GE Building, built in 1931 |
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| a door to the unknown (at least we don't know where it goes) |
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| elevator and letter box |
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| three bears we hadn't seen before, despite all our time wandering in Central Park |
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| very old bagpipes at the Met |
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| Part of the largest collection of C.F. Martin Guitars in one place |
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| Had to show Jeffery the Armor and Arms section. We learned that the suit of armor that I called the Fat Boy actually belonged to Henry VIII (wow) |
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| drum with chicken |
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| chicken helmet |
Tomorrow I'll be posting our trip up to Bear Mountain, which turned out to be a hike up to Anthony's Nose, across the Hudson from Bear Mountain.
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