Today I joined my NYC gym, which is massive and would eat my London and Montreal gyms with just one bite. After a couple of classes (yeah, you heard me right, a couple. The first one was ballet though, so I mainly just stood there and gawped while she said French things at me, it was just like being back in Montreal) I headed off for a stroll through Manhattan and here are some things I saw…

Spinach and ricotta pizza slice for luncheon, with bonus workman in a very fetching red helmet (also check out those trousers peeping in the side of the pic. It’s so damn STYLISH here). I think this might be the only city where pizza slices are tasty. In London they look days old, taste like greasy rubber and might just lead you into a close relationship with your toilet, yougetme?!

Basketball booooi. It was all a bit tense for some reason. I don’t remember it being like that in White Men Can’t Jump. Oh wait, Rosie Perez was all tense in that wasn’t she? Maybe basketball just brings out the worst in people. Damn that bouncy little ball.

So, there is some trend of naming streets, corners, and squares after random people and things. I guess this particular auxiliary police man did something especially special (I could probably look it up, but I’m going to leave that up to you, if you’re interested. I’m all about self motivated learning). It seems a bit self indulgent to me, I can’t imagine the British putting up with this kind of nonsense.

I just like these people and their summer wear, sitting on the art, it’s pretty dope, right?!

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