Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore

Returning to work today after two weeks of holiday bliss was not nearly as painful as I thought it would be. The most difficult thing was getting out of bed.

I love our new flannel sheets. And it's so hard leaving them on cold mornings.

I thought I’d share a few more photos of the trip I took to NYC just before Christmas.



We don’t see many of these here at the manor house.



Our table at The Smith, where we had lunch one day. I think this in Greenwich Village. I liked the water bottles and the retro s&p shakers.



Nice-looking guy walking down the street. And I love that wrought iron work.

(and this is my son)



Vintage Range Rover. A rare find!



I remember just standing here and smelling the wonderful scent of these trees.



Love the colors here.



I’m wondering where 207 might be.

(update: there's a park across the street; it's why I was wonderin').



Walking around in Alphabet City, which I kept calling ABC Village, stupid tourist that I am. My son told me that the streets are named A, B, C, and D and are the only avenues in Manhattan that have single letter names. It’s located within the East Village and the Lower East Side, so hopefully you can understand my confusion here.



More confusion over at ABC Home & Carpet, where Margie and I found these lovely little glass bottles filled with magic stars. The little bottles like the one she’s holding were priced at $75. It astounds me that people would pay that much for something so frivolous.

But that’s just me.



And finally, St. Patrick’s Cathedral at night. I can’t believe I almost walked right by it without going on. (Thanks, Margie).

Hope you enjoyed the photos today. Thanks for coming by, my friends . . .