57, 46, and 37 degrees

That's right. It's 57 degrees in New York, 46 degrees in West Covina, and 37 degrees in Mill Valley. Let's just say Iain and I got very lucky. Yesterday we took a cab up to the Guggenheim. Iain fell asleep shortly after we arrived which actually suited me just fine. Yes, I want him to develop an appreciation for art, but his naptime conveniently allowed me to spend two uninterupted hours viewing the exhibitions. The major exhibition right now, El Greco to Picasso, is incredible. It includes pieces by...you guessed it...El Greco and Picasso, but also Dali, Velazquez, Miro, Gris, Cotan, and De Goya. I really love Spanish art, so this was a particular treat for me. Plus, the Guggenheim has the one of the largest collections of Kandinsky's work in the world, another favorite.

The Guggenheim is located in the upper east side, so when we finished there, we wandered out to Madison Ave. for more shopping and dining. Actually, we didn't really dine, but picked up some goodies at Dean and Deluca and snacked while we walked. After spending some time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we took a cab to the Times Square Toys R Us.

Madness.

And the woman in the elevator said, "This is nothing. You should be here tomorrow."

Seriously, there is a giant ferris wheel in the middle of the store, and the place was packed wall to wall with people. We lasted about 15 minutes, long enough to have our picture taken and printed up (tourist rip off, i know), ride the elevator up and down to each floor and make our way back to the exit.

From Times Square, we walked the 12 blocks back to our hotel, stopping in at the numerous small niche grocery stores along the way. I really do love New York.