There's a song called "Farewell to Nova Scotia", which I'm rewriting in my mind to be "Farewell to New York City". Just part of a day left and it'll be time to unwind the metro system back to the airport and about 15 minutes of motorized walkways (they put the terminal waaaay away from stuff).
Back to snow too. Ain't no snow here.
But before I can get away I've been coerced to go to St. Pat's for morning mass. We'll see if I vanish in a puff of greasy black smoke.
I'll have to come back, maybe when it's a bit warmer. I still have to take the Staten Island ferry so I have see the Statue of Liberty, and NYC from the water. And it's been a really long time since I've been up in a tall building to look over the city. So that will have to be put on the agenda.
I also didn't get to chase enough pigeons or squirrels.
I did get a chance to spend time looking at the rare books on the third floor of The Strand. I was sorely tempted to grab some Ace Doublebacks (I read a lot of those as a kid). But I packed way too tight for this trip. There's barely room for the fleas.
So, it's back to the great white north. I'll probably laze out and post more pics at some point...