New York

I’m recently restored to Vienna after one of my sort-of-annual New York visits, and rather than narrate a week of parties and shopping I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:

Jill came from D.C. for a weekend.

Lower Manhattan at sunset.

Brooklyn Heights sunset.

Poodle pictures.

The hostess and the tall guy.

Ben in his element.

Over-exposure.

Enroute to brunch.

Through all the years I lived in New York I never took this picture.

Mexican brunch.

Obamnipresent.

Snappy Service!

It’ll cost more than a dollar to convince me to eat a hot dog, even from Gray’s Papaya.

Seriously hot.

Brooklyn.

Sambazon!

The juice stand at 1st and 1st.

Some holiday decadence (margaritas at midday).

Rosa Mexicano.

Dancing in Virgin.

The Obamathoner.

Old haunts.

Upper West Side sunset.

A Malaysian restaurant on Grand. The only vegetarian options were salted fish with bean sprouts, salted fish with Chinese broccoli, shrimps with eggplant…etc. Though, as Gato noted, an improvement from Austrian restaurants, where, means chickens or turkeys or (worst of all) Geese.

Dumbo Ferriswheel.

Dumbo factory.

Ben’s birthday, just before the “best breakfast burrito”…EVER.

Joanna and Gato.

Soho.

Swiss cafe on Lafayette.

A pout.

The new Lower East Side.

And somethings never change.

As they say, Austrians stick together.

Paper bag gardens.

Angkor Wat meets the Yellow pages meets Manhattan.

The new design museum at Columbus Circle.

Fall in Central Park.

A totally sober Friday night at 66 Rivington.

Still sober.

Claire and Cam.

Yerry and Jared.

The fab four.

Shakira and Cam.

Snoops. Notice that she and Shakira have matching pyjamas.

Vera’s Ecke.

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