Walking miles

We've arrived in Greenwich to see Lori, who produced a glorious meal this evening. Her house is absolutely gorgeously decorated for the holiday, and we're looking forward to seeing it when we're less tired.

We calculated that we walked roughly 30 miles in NY over the last three days, getting as far north as the Met and as far south as Ellis Island. We saw the Rockettes and a Broadway show, we ate hot dogs on the street, we checked out the Armor room in the Met and admired the origami tree in the Natural History museum And did lots else.



A winter storm is apparently on the way in tonight, so we're looking forward to spending several days ensconced on my sister's couches reading books and resting our poor feet.



[Richard adds: an exhausting but spectacular day. The sun finally came out, polishing the city to a pale bronze gleam. It was cold, but we were able to see the whole of NYC from the 88th Floor of the Empire State. Ellis Island was truly moving - at the museum they have made spectacular use of archival photos, some of them just mugshots and some of them looking like Pulitzer-winners, all ordinary people from Luthuania / Poland / England / you name it who came through these doors a century ago. So much life and energy and worry and hope. I have never been in a place so loud with ghosts.]