I'm back in NYC after a lovely little trip back to London to see friends and the many wee bairns that they've popped out since I've been away. While I was there I had lots of enquiries about whether it was weird being back and whether I'd missed my home town. The honest answer is that it wasn't and I don't. My travels have really helped answer some questions about what makes me happy, and I've realised that I don't tend to be that affected by my surroundings. It seems that wherever I am is where I am happy to be, it's people I miss, not places. Although I really miss my friends and my Mum back in the UK, I feel like wherever I am with my wonderful husband is my home nowadays. Although, saying that, I have only lived in Montreal and New York so far, both of which are fantastic cities, which anyone would be lucky to have the chance to explore. Maybe all this zen will fly right out of the window if we move somewhere less to my taste. Que sera sera.

After a massive night out in Williamsburg on Friday (which I am still really not sold on, though I'm going to do some more exploring before I get too judgey), we've had quite a quiet weekend. Autumn (I refuse to call it Fall) is rolling in, so cosy nights in are more appealing than they have been since we arrived. Brunch still calls me on a Sunday though, so we decided to head over to DUMBO (Down Under The Manhattan Bridge Overpass), a 20 minute subway ride from our apartment. A unique area, located on the river, underneath Manhattan Bridge (natch) and as well as various overpasses (and next to Brooklyn bridge) DUMBO is one of the main art districts in NYC.

It would seem that we weren't the only ones who thought it was a good Sunday location, as the area was pretty packed, which meant brunch locations were limited, as we weren't up for joining a huge queue. We ended up at Superfine on Front Street, which lured us in with its industrial vibe and location, right under the Manhattan Bridge. A jaunty band of hipsters were twanging away on a small stage and, despite being told that we'd missed brunch (we arrived at 3.20. Doh!) we decided that the ambience was worth settling for bar snacks. The service though, my gosh that place had some terrible service, which is rare in the land of the free (I know it's a cliche, but it's true). When we finally got served Mr ordered a tuna sandwich and I had a bit of antipasto.

We also had a couple of Bloody Mary's each, which helped ease the pain of being ignored. The fact that the bad service also extended to billing, meaning we didn't actually pay for the food, helped too. Vindication!

I actually feel a tiny bit bad for not informing them of their error, but the drinks were strong and we (well, mainly me) were quite tipsy when we left.. And trying desperately to get their attention again, just so we could give them more money, didn't appeal much. As we wandered the streets slightly tipsily, I found these glasses in a tree.

The only logical thing to do seemed to be to wear them, so I did. Not sure what my finger is doing, I think I thought it would look intellectual, but it looks more like I am trying to pick my nose.

Being an arts district, there are loads of little pop up exhibitions everywhere, and random pieces scattered about. Like this cross looking monkey sitting in a disused building.

A group of people slowly walked past us with fishes on their heads, apparently to help promote the plight of our ocean dwelling buddies. It would seem to have worked, as I am talking about it here… But I am also having tuna for dinner, which, according to the leaflet I was given, I shouldn't be doing. Dammit.

The carousel on the waterfront with Brooklyn Bridge and some Manhattan skyline in the background.

Me, doing some sitting. Stupid people in the background, ruining the shot.

We also ate some delicious ice cream but, no photos of that. Until next time!

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