WALL STREET, NEW YORK

We had been to Wall Street this evening. A few blocks down from this street is a massive bull in brass. the bull and the bear is what Wall Street is all about.

A WALK IN THE PARK

It was minus six degrees this morning but later on at noon it was a quite comfortable 5 degrees. The two of us decided it was high time to walk in the sun;which we did with relish.

THE SNOW! THE SNOW!

I woke up to  the snow falling poetically all over. The road in front of our house was covered in white. A huge snowmover came and ploughed the snow to make the road passable for vehicles.We did not venture out in the morning.
After lunch Sankar took us to Babiesrus, a huge store where all types of babies goods and mother's requirements are available. The two ladies searched and bought for the unborn baby.

Adjacent to this shop was Wall-Marts, crowded as usual. Parking space was tough to come by. It was well below freezing point outside but we braved it to enter and was greeted by the warmth. An hour and half passed away when we came back to our house in Poplar Street. After a hot tea, my lady cooked dinner.

IMMIGRANT MUSEUM ON ELLIS ISLAND

 Sankar and I had an entralling Sunday. The ferry ride from New Jersey Harbour to Ellis Island  was pleasant.

 They dropped us on the Island where we visited the Immigrant Museum. Like all museums of note there is no end to seeing all the exhibits. But this museum was special in the sense that they have meticulously preserved the history of the refugees coming mostly from Europe to seek shelter in the 'New World', There was also an Audio-visual display

STATUE OF LIBERTY

 Sankar and I had been to to see the Statue of Liberty yesterday. We were fortunate that we were permitted to climb all the way up to the crown of the statue as my daughter Ananya had booke reservation about six weeks earlier. Although the weather was esceedingly cold and chilly we had an excellent time there

TIMES SQUARE

It was a bitterly chilly evening when we landed up in Times Square, New Work leaving the comfort of a heated SUV behind us. The crowd was having the time of their lives with the dazzling lights adding a romantic hue to the moment. My son- in- law Sankar waited in the car as a parking space was hard to come by. We roamed along the square, soaking in the ambience. Lovers huddled and cuddled publicly while a burly NYPD officer maintained a watchful eye. A fat man defied the elements and sat and yawned majestically, oblivious of the cold.

A half hour later we reckoned we had enough and headed back to our car parked some distance away. Unlike UK, roadside amenities are non-existent and the two ladies were stretched to the extremes. However a sandwich shop obliged.

We headed back to New Jersey via Lincoln tunnel and halted at Burlington’s, the coat factory. My daughter bought me an anorak priced at $30 and having a made in China tag.

She insisted that we have our dinner at Italian restaurant Olive Gardens. It was awfully crowded but decency reigned. No chaos, no loud voices whatsoever. 45 minutes later we were ushered to our table and served a delicious wine to start with. Soup and salad followed with a more than generous sprinkling of cheese. For the main course I had shrimps and ravioli while the rest had chicken. More cheese was in the offing. A chocolate dessert later, we went home with the mercury remaining at a minus five.