View from the Empire State Building on a foggy day

That’s how the kid sat behind me on the plane described the view as we descended into Newark airport. OK, the pic above is New York but the same thing applies to the power of, ooh, infinity at least.

About an hour after I took this picture at the top of the Empire State Building, the fog lifted. Curses. Of course, we were miles down the road by that point…

Now I’m back home, my head is swirling, my neck is shonked from an interesting sleeping position on the plane and my arms are fit to drop off after lugging back a big bag of stuff – including goodies from Crate and Barrel, which is quite possibly my spiritual home.

Off for a snooze…

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