We actually made more than one trip to Little Italy. One during the day and one after dark. It was purely an accident on how we wound up smack dab in the middle of Little Italy. Turns out it isn’t far from Rice to Riches, which just so happens to be my new favorite treat from NYC. I’m going to have to make the near 2,000 mile trip again just for some yummy rice pudding.
I loved listening to this band. Too bad we were rushing onto the next venue and I didn’t get a chance to actually stop and listen. It was marvelous listening to that sound bounce off the walls of the Subway. A few hours later, Taylor Swift showed up to perform.
If you’ll remember Taylor Swift hopped on a Subway train for her live show. In case you missed it, I tracked it down and posted it just for ya’ll. It still gives me the gitters just listening to it and thinking I was there.
Just one of the many booths set up for the festival. They were actually everywhere.
Ellie has kin folk in Little Italy. Who knew? I may have to take my baby to go meet her relatives, although I’m sure we’d never find them in the city of New York.
Throngs and throngs of people. It was so much more worse than hometown Oklahoma parades, but it was much better than being down at Times Square.
Hopefully this puts the throngs of people into perspective. They were everywhere. It’s truly the city that never sleeps.
Meat over an open flame, not quite sure what kind of meat. I really wasn’t brave enough to try it this way, especially when I needed to be well for this huge trip we were on.
People trying all sorts of Italian food. I’m not a huge Italian fan, so I left the trying up to Mom & Dad.
This felt like a scene from the Ghostbusters. It was tremendously hot down there and stuffy too. It felt weird down there too, kind of eerie and not something that I would like to do by myself.
Goodbye Subway car. Wish you were the car I was hopping on. Hopefully mine will come along soon!