It takes a certain amount of pressure to pry inert Manhattanites to the outer boroughs.
The subways and street numbering are weird.
Subways are horribly unreliable on Sundays.......
When we get to Roosevelt Avenue, we find a shop window full of pole-dancing figurines.
(Never saw that in Manhattan.)
On Roosevelt Avenue we pass a man making bicycles out of wire.
They are charming.
I say to R. we should buy one on the way back. We turn and buy one right then.
The artist asks $5 which we think an excellent price.
We go to Arunee a Thai Restaurant on 79th Street.
We eat red curry with avacado and courgettes.
R. and D. have Thai beer.
We tell D. about the man with the bicycles and she buys one too.
The afternoon has turned chilly so they make us hot choc with cinnamon in the Mexican style.
We eat flan and cheese cake.
We waddle to the subway and don't need dinner at all.