Thursday evening

Just about muster energy to get up 7^th avenue as far as 56th – 57th streets and have dinner in Tratorris del Arte. Reasonably priced and fast and friendly service just as it said it would be in the Rough Guide. It’s a good place for the human on his or her own – a real mix of larger than life characters amongst waiters and customers. But the dÈcor is just plain weird. In the photo people appear to be eating under a giant breast.

Back to the hotel, asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.