We saw another apartment on Broadway and the West 50s, this time through a brokerage, and the renovated apartment was gorgeous and the rooms were spacious (okay, spacious only in Manhattan terms), but the rest of the apartment building was a total wreck. It was straight out of one of those ghetto scenes in a scary movie set in New York. They let us know that they were renovating everything, starting with the apartments, but that meant the rest of the building might not be done for years. We passed.
The three of us had a huge lunch at a high-energy, entertaining tourist-trap restaurant in Times Square and it was great to load up on food and talk about our vacation.
At four o'clock the three of us got on the A train and headed to Brooklyn and JFK. David kindly went with us and snapped the picture below--our very last picture in New York.
A couple hours later we were on a plane, watching Manhattan spin by below us, heading west to Minneapolis.
