No alarm clock. That was probably one of the best parts about the trip. Somewhere between 9am and 10am we wandered a few blocks away to Stumptown in the Ace Hotel. There was no way I was going without good coffee. The line wrapped around the coffee bar and extended out into the hotel lobby but it was well worth the wait. Sipping cappuccinos at the window bar was the perfect start to the morning.

Then we strolled down towards Greenwich Village, stumbling upon an outdoor farmers market on our way where we enjoyed a few breakfast pastries. The next stop on our walking journey was the Strand bookstore. I could have spent all day here amongst the endless stacks of books. As it was I managed to escape with only a slim novel by Paulo Coelho.
At noon we ducked into a small chapel off of a beautiful church that, I am sorry to say, I never got the name of. It was Bach’s birthday that Friday and as it turned out one of the clergy played Bach twice a week during the lunch hour and we had stopped just in time to enjoy over thirty minutes of music. We sat for almost as long waiting for it to start and it was probably the longest the two of us have just been still and quiet in ages.

After passing through the NYU campus for old times sake (I once spent a summer living here), we were famished enough to need real and true sustenance. I found us another winning spot…Amity Hall. Down in the basement, seated against the wall where it was quiet we were not disappointed by the beer list and they have the best fries I’ve ever tasted.

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