Friday, May 31, 2013

{washington park and more rain and opening night}

On Thursday, it rained in the morning. The fantastically drenching kind of rain--which was wonderful, because it turned all of the streets and sidewalks into glassy mirrors, which meant that we saw twice as much of New York as we would've on a sunny day.
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After some time, we found ourselves in Washington Park, taking shelter under the Arch with some explorers from Paraguay, who were very friendly but spoke mostly Spanish. And then, because this is what it's known for, the sun came out. And we said to ourselves, we said, "This is great. Let's get pizza." We said goodbye to our new friends (who we ended up seeing again at the show later that night) and headed off. Our map was more like a wet dishrag at this point, but we could still, just barely, make out Little Italy on it.
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4 comments:

  1. Awesome photos Suzy! How awesome to look down at a puddle and be able to seE way WAY up!

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    1. thanks amy. :)
      {puddles are fantastic, aren't they?}

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  2. Look at you! A regular Jill of all trades!

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    1. ...or just the only person on hand! haha. ;)

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