Isn't that the name of a song or something?
We got up quite late today, though early by our time zone,which is PDT, rather than EDT time where we are.
Martha is having a lot of difficulty with motivation to get out of bed, so we had breakfast together, she had me look at some things on the computer, and then john and I went out to go to a "theatre" presentation. More about that later.
Of course, as soon as we got out the door and headed up to the subway station, it was obvious that the Broadway street market was going on, and I NEVER miss a street market if I can help it.
I mean really, where can you go and buy, in one place and at good prices, jewelry and beads, tools and other sharp instruments, exotic spices,
art, rugs, clothing, leather goods, makeup, viola da gamba CDs-- yes, really, 
cell phone covers, knockoff perfume, socks, and a plethora of ready to eat ethnic foods? And I'm just naming the things I bought -- well, except for the rugs. My suitcase will only hold so much, after all.
Potato chips on a stick,
After that, we took the subway down to Greenwich Village. From there it was a little walk to Hudson park, a long narrow parkway along the Hudson River. We went there to go to the theatre -- the theatre, in this case, being seven double beds set up in a row along pier 45. In each bed was an actor in white linens and under the sheets. 
The "audience" went one at a time and got into, or at least on, the bed with the actor. The rule was that the audience member is to lie still and not talk. The actor recites lines from a script. We did not actually become audience members because we were dressed too warmly for this balmy day to lie out in the sun for 15 minutes. Sadly, if you weren't in the bed, they had "guards" standing there to keep you from getting close enough to hear what the actors were saying. But it was interesting.
It was a beautiful day and I snapped a picture of this guy paddle boarding on the Hudson. You definitely wouldn't want to fall in. I wonder how fast you have to paddle to finish before the pollution eats up your board? By the way, that's New Jersey in the background. 
We stopped at the pier 45 tavern and split a beer, which was $8!! But it was outside and shady and cool and there was a nice guitar/woodwind/drum trio doing Simon and Garfunkel and things that they wrote that sounded like Simon and Gardunkel, so it was very pleasant. From there we went on to just wander around Greenwich village with the idea that eventually there would be a gelato. Which there was.
As we were walking back to the subway, I followed some music down a street, of course --the children of Hamlin had nothing on me-- and came to an event that was for this dog's birthday. 
His name is Rhett,and apparently he had partied quite a bit and was resting. He is a "therapy" dog at this bar, which apparently means he'll come sit at your table for awhile. 
The other thing I learned from chatting with a guy who was there was that the street wasn't officially closed, but he had noticed a police barricade and simply pulled it across the entry to this one-way street. Gotta love New Yorkers.
We ended the day with leftovers from our delicious dinner last night, which came out very well for a second night, as well as the Tiramisu we didn't have last night. And it's now 11:15, and I just finished doing the dishes. As the sophisticated New Yorkers we are, we dine late.
Tomorrow we have to find out where the Lincoln center film festival is. I'm wondering if it might be at Lincoln center. I saw an article in the Times about what looks to be an interesting documentary tomorrow night. It's about a pianist.
Other than that, my plan is to get up late and loaf around tomorrow. I imagine I will be able to succeed at that.
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