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Ärende: Another New York Trip - Part 2
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So, through a lot of walking around and shopping in small boutiques, we
ended
up looking for Greenwich Village (on foot). And, we got lost. Peter was
sure that
by following Broadway, then going west we'd end up in the Village.
Theoretically,
he was right, but when we wound up walking around in a nice neighborhood on 
West 15th street and in sight of water ahead of us, we realized that we
were lost.
We found it easier to bicker among ourselves as we walked than to ask
someone
for directions, and soon thereafter, we pulled out a map to help us guide
our way around. 

This really nice woman out on a walk with her baby asked us where we were
headed,
and when we told her she walked with us to Houston (pronounced house-ton)
Street
and told us that by hooking up with Bleeker Street, which eventually led
into 6th 
Ave, we'd be in the Village in practically no time. She walked with us
right to 6th 
Ave, telling us about little places to eat and shop, and what was good and
what 
wasn't worth our time. She was the first person out of four to give us a
hand in finding
our way.

We hung around in the village for a while, checking out yet more shops, but
not buying
anything. We walked over to Broadway, where we did a lot of shopping and
hit a lot of 
sales, including Express (where Peter and I bought matching hoodies, even
though we 
tried to battle it out to see who'd get it.) We went to a few more shoe
stores to see if we
could find Peter a new pair of sneekers and to see if we could find me a
pair of prom 
shoes. No such luck, unfortunately. We also hit this place on Broadway
which 
specialized in alternative/punk clothing. It was very cool and surprisingly
cheap, and I 
bought a pink and black checkered belt to wear here and there. Peter bought
himself a 
black and white checkered belt, and we intend to switch off whenever we
want. *grin*

We also walked through Bloomingdale's because none of us had ever been in
there 
but we saw it in movies. They have these wicked awesome neon colored
mannequins.
This store was huge, with five floors: the ground floor was all cosmetics,
and the 
other four were women's clothing. There was also a basement dedicated to
men's 
clothing. We had our fill of looking and gabbing about $120-$300 dresses
after about 
a half hour, and every now and then this obviously gay clerk would come
over to Peter
and I (who were looking at a lot of the vintage-inspired stuff instead of
the really ugly 
new stuff) and say something like, "Oh, sugar, this color does nothing for
you. Now if 
you were to *pulls out same dress, different color* try THIS dress on, it
would make 
you look fabulous. Your boyfriend here should know that." Then he'd wink
and walk away.
It was really funny. The guys at the makeup counter kept coaxing me into
getting my 
makeup done, but I did resist. Katie even pointed out that two of the guys
were bored 
and doing each other's makeup. 

After we left there, we walked down Canal Street, and hit this place called
The Canal Street Jean Company. It was another really cool store, which 
had a regular store on the first floor, the second floor was all fitting
rooms, 
and the basement was a vintage clothing store. I bought three more belts 
in the regular store, and found a purple plaid skirt that will look really 
awesome on me after I take it up a bit. All in all, I spent a whopping $20 
there. Katie tried on a whole bunch of shirts and stuff, but didn't buy 
anything, and Peter bought himself a jacket in the vintage section. But it 
doesn't have any buttons on it, so I'll have to fix it for him. 

We went through Chinatown after that, looking for cool knockoff bags
and watches, but with no such luck. It was about 1:00 by this point,
and we were getting hungry, so we went looking for Little Italy, 
because there was this pastry shop that Peter wanted to bring us to 
get snacks and something to keep us going. By this time, we were also
getting overheated from walking in the sun and sore from all the 
nonstop walking. So, when we got to Little Italy, Peter found Cafe 
Palermo. Katie didn't want anything at the time, but Peter and I were
hungry, so he ordered a lobster for us to split. Once again, because
he's a sweetheart, he paid. For those of you who don't know what that
is in regards to pastry, it's this pastry that is shaped like and 
flakes like a lobster tail.

Lobster: Crispy, flaky shell that didn't taste greasy like some pastry
I've had in my life, and was packed full of custard filling that was
slightly lemony in flavor. The custard was smooth and rich, and 
generally really good. The thing was the size of the plate and was
bursting with custard. It was an amazing snack/almost meal at $6.00.

And, after eating that, having a reporter take our picture to possibly
be used in the upcoming edition of the New York Post, and downing a
few more glasses of water, we were on our way again, this time headed to
the Bowery.

~To be continued
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