C is for Chinatown and...

Yesterday after Brunch we blasted through China Town, picking up some souvenirs for the kids. I mean everybody needs a statue of liberty keychain, right? Then it was time for YES, YOU GUESSED IT cocktails-- the bloody mary I referred to in yesterday's post. We had brunch at a wonderful café in Soho called the Antique Garage. I can't believe how crowded this city is. And tiring. I'm seriously spent. But I'm heading back to my little village in France today (which coincidentally begins with a C too) And I really need a vacation from vacation. Hmmm. Cuba? California? (My mother would love that) No, no, I need to relax. An island in the Caribbean? Ahhhh, one can dream...


C you tomorrow! I've got a plane to catch.