Rose relatively early on Friday, and after Mork's meeting with her supervisor (yes she's doing some work, really) we hit the streets, Dunkin' Donut and coffee in hand. Being located Midtown meant that since I'd arrived I'd had the chance to steal lots of up-close glances at the Chrysler and Empire State Buildings... very nice. We wondered through Saks Fifth Avenue (wow, dresses, wow) and Tiffany's (wow, diamonds, wow), peeped in on Grand Central Station and stopped for lunch at the the nice Rue 57, lots of brass and mahogany and a scrumptious yellowfin tuna salad.
We headed for Central Park, which was full and lively with it being such a beautiful day. We found a spot in the two and half mile expanse of greenery and lake, and relaxed and read for a while. Buskers, ball games, picnics and Frisbee were in full swing, and it really is lovely to be able to wonder into this huge green space in the middle of Manhattan, where you can hear the birds and have the tree trunks blind you from the streaks of yellow cab whizzing by on Fifth Avenue, while the skyscraper skyline hovers above the trees.
The Museum of Modern Art was next and the few hours we spent in there went very quickly indeed. I was speechless for much of the time as we wondered from Van Gough's Starry Night to Rousseau's Sleeping Gypsy. I was rendered particularly dumbfounded by the Water Lilies triptych, over twelves metres wide, I haven't seen art at this scale before and I quickly found myself floating away amongst the clouds in Monet's water-lily pond. Its hard to see everything in a place that is regarded as the leading museum of modern art in the world, but we squeezed in some of photographic collections too, which was nice. I didn't dare to raise my camera lens to these magnificent works of art, and was a little annoyed by those who did. Many weaved their way through the galleries, eyes glued to their viewfinders. If you want to be mesmerised by Monet you have to see the brush strokes with your own eyes. I did eventually reach for my camera and at the end of the evening, happily snapped away at fellow MoMA visitors, as we soaked in the atmosphere and regained sensation in our legs. 
We had dinner at a Korean place called Cho Dang Gol, which I later discovered has raving reviews and is 
pretty well known for its authenticity and value. It definitely was an adventure, the photo doesn't do justice to the food, and it only captures about half of the array of delicacies that were placed in front of us while we waited for our main course. Lots of heat and spice, ended off our day very nicely.
pretty well known for its authenticity and value. It definitely was an adventure, the photo doesn't do justice to the food, and it only captures about half of the array of delicacies that were placed in front of us while we waited for our main course. Lots of heat and spice, ended off our day very nicely.