Feel free to skip this slide show. Totally incapable of witty captions, after more than three weeks away from work. And am in awe of those who can post thought-provoking essays on their travels. Mine are more like, I was here, I saw this, I ate this, I was there, I ate that.
Since I'm proclaiming now how superficial I am, let me state for the record that I didn't step into a single museum in New York. And the Museum Mile festival was on too, with free admissions.
I'm a shallow shallow tourist.
See my pot belly? Scroll down to see what I've been filling it with.
Going to the sea -- Coney Island, Brighton Beach, Rhode Island -- wouldn't have been any fun without these travel companions.
In Providence. Not only is it the capital and largest city of Rhode Island, it is also divine providence that I made it there.
We got yielded on The Amazing Purchase and had to run to the train station with our bags of amazing purchases, panting over whether to catch a cab and is it ever okay to use the phrase "I told you so".
On the ghost train by myself, when I suddenly was transported from the New York subway back to the London tube. Journeys in empty carriages through time and space.
A happy train ride, which terminated at a Gay Pride Festival. Note my hoodie and alfielee T-shirt, both innocently emblazoned with rainbows.
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