After our triumph at Carnegie Hall, many (most?) of the orchestra and chorus went home the next day. Not our little crew. We had shows to see, food to eat, and adventures to enjoy! But first, we had to move.
Oh, you know us better than that by now. First, we had breakfast.
Technically, we could’ve stayed put and paid a small fortune for our hotel rooms, but thrifty souls that we are, we had found an apartment to rent. Upper West Side, doorman building, just around the corner from John Lennon’s last (living) address. So off we went.
I highly recommend going the condo/flat/apartment route over most hotels when traveling, it usually costs less and is often more comfortable. At least, that’s been my experience!
Once we moved in–which only required one extra trip to enlist the doorman’s help getting the door unlocked–we hopped on the subway to head back to Chelsea Market. Remember I said there were stories yet to tell from that place? It was the high point of my trip, possibly my year . . . and I’ll tell all in my next post.