Last weekend was one of those weekends that just seem perfect. The sun was shining down bright. The skies were crystal clear. And the trees and flowers must have gotten the same memo, because they were practically all blooming. Yep, Spring was definitely in the air, and it was absolutely beautiful. But what made those two days even better was the taste of home we had here in the city since Laurel flew up for the weekend.
Ah, so much laughing. So much eating. And so much walking! She only had about 48 hours here, so we took advantage of every. single. minute. Literally. (No joke, my Fitbit counted 20 miles we walked!!)
We started the weekend off by perusing our way around Soho.
I’m a firm believer that in this area, you must walk slow. If not, you’ll miss the exquisite architecture above.
Of course we had to stop by a bakery. And Sweet Revenge sure knew how to fix us up right with these cupcakes.
So much outdoor seating. I love it!
The streets of the West Village were lined with so many art vendors. Sure made for some nice eye candy.
It’s not every day that you see a baby grand in the middle of a park.
And while so many people quickly brushed by, we couldn’t help but take a second to pause, and simply listen.
Oh, New York.
We made our way uptown to the Central Park Zoo.
It was too nice of a day to not have a picnic in the park! Turns out, about a thousand other people had the same idea.
Laurel had never been to the MET before, so this was our obvious next stop.
Derek was so intrigued with Van Gogh and Picasso, he even joined a random guided tour!
We found out The Guggenheim Museum offers pay-what-you-wish admission on Saturday evenings so we found ourselves waiting in line.
The best part of the museum turned out to be the ceiling. I mean, just look at that!
As the sun started to set, we decided to watch it go down on the Highline in Chelsea.
Then celebrated this long day of walking with one big giant pizza.
And the best ice-cream cone you can ever imagine.
Salty-crack on a pretzel cone, please!
A gorgeous sunset and ten miles later — well, it made for one remarkable day.