The Last Day

The last day.

I took the subway to SOHO/Chinatown and walked around a bit (thus the street with frozen antifreeze picture) and then down to Whithall where I found the White Horse Tavern. That's the Tavern where Dylan Thomas drank himself to death--so I'm told.

It was a long flight and it's good to be home.

But hey! Where's my bagel!!

And driving, so inefficient. I'll get used to it I guess.