Central Park stretches 51 street blocks and 3 avenue blocks across NYC, making it a little much to explore on foot, so Mr and I hired a couple of bikes and set out to see what we could see. It actually transpired to be a less than ideal way to see everything on offer as you’re only allowed to cycle on limited paths. We’d also rejected the offer of locks due to paranoia about the bikes getting stolen. The weather was a bit muggy and overcast too, which doesn’t make for the most beauteous pictures but I tried my best!

Taken in the Upper East side of the park.

A wee stop by the Delacorte theatre (where Shakespeare in the Park occurs) happened us upon this nice lady singing pretty songs. I liked her and gave her money, Mr complained that she was a ‘wailing hippy’. I think the little boy agrees.

On the way home we stopped for a Bellini or two, I was clearly over the moon about this.

The next day was finally, FINALLY our time to see The Dark Knight Rises, after a failed attempt a couple of weeks ago. I absolutely loved it, where I’ve only liked the two before this. The films have impressed me, but I’ve never been moved and I like to be moved. This time I cried thrice, all because of damn Michael Caine, the official face of pathos. Sure there were plot holes large enough for me to cycle through but I think denying the skill and power of Christopher Nolans work, and the achievement he’s made with the trilogy are little more than contrary for the sake of it. One thing though, why was Bane’s voice seemingly based on Matt Berry in the IT Crowd?!*

*I worked with Matt Berry years ago. He’s a funny man.

What with NYC being one of the biggest, most densely populated cities in the world, there’s a *bit* of a pest problem here. I’ve seen a couple of cockroaches scuttling across my path, which made me squee and squee. The larger problem though, is rats, which are enormous and numerous. I stumbled across a show on tv called Rat Bastards t’other day, which documented strange Southern men in the Bayou who get paid $10-15 for each rat they shoot. The rats were insanely huge, like beavers in size and tooth, but without the cute flappy tails and building capabilities. I’m told NYC rats compete with these Southern swamp bad boys. I doubt the statue below is life sized but I thought I should take a stand for humanity by bearing my teeth at it anyway.

To round this post off, our dinner, mainly just to prove that I do eat healthily sometimes.

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