Little Italy

Friday morning we set off in a cab to 12th St. to pick up New York's famous Highline. "The High Line is a 1.45-mile-long New York City linear park built in Manhattan on an elevated section of a disused New York Central Railroad spur called the West Side Line." (Wikipedia) We walked the whole line on a cold and blustery morning and yet we saw many other walkers despite the cold. There was even a school class of tiny kids and their teacher on a field trip apparently.

We caught a cab and headed toward Little Italy, but I needed a bathroom desperately so we got out in Greenwich and stopped for breakfast at a small, cute restaurant called Le Pain Quotidien, which I think is French for "bathroom available." 

After breakfast we hailed another cab and continued our quest for Little Italy. We stopped a little short and walked through Chinatown, which is creeping into Little Italy. There are only a couple blocks left in the Italian section and the Chinese have infiltrated those. We walked up and down the blocks past souvenir shops and Italian restaurants. We bought a couple of things in the Christmas in Little Italy store and had dessert in one of the more promising bakeries. No cannoli because I'm sure ours are better.

Then we cabbed back to our hotel for a little rest before we go to the theatre tonight.