Just about 10am we were back on the D Subway heading to Columbus Circle. I was feeling so much better today, almost like my head had cleared and fought off the virus. Long may it continue.
Once at Columbus Circle we headed into Central Park for a wander in the now lovely sunshine. We didn’t get very far when we came to the ‘Tavern on the Green’ where we stopped at the outdoor takeaway section. I ordered a coffee for Karen and a Breakfast Tea for me. I was asked if I wanted milk with my tea. When I got it, the question should have been ‘do I want tea with my milk?’. It was almost undrinkable and such an insipid pale colour. Why do people who obviously do not drink tea always get it so wrong? Why was I being so British and not complaining?
There were lots of people touting for business with their horse and carts and bicycle contraptions. Having done the carriage ride before we felt no need for a spontaneous expensive romantic gesture again.
We thought we would carry on walking to Strawberry Fields but took the wrong path and missed it initially going way past it. Easy going Karen took it in her stride and never looked to apportion any blame towards me for wasting her time and effort.
Turning around we walked back and found it along with dozens of other people who all wanted the same photo of the John Lennon memorial.
The theatre was 1.7 miles away and we decided to walk there slowly down 8th Avenue. It was a very pleasant walk. It’s funny how much nicer New York seems whilst your head is not in a fug and you don’t feel stressed with worrying if you are going to pass out anytime.
We were almost at the theatre when Karen decided she needed a caffeine boost from a Starbucks. The one we were passing even had a few seats that we gratefully used.
We had seen the show in the West End, but this was far better. The standard of acting and singing was out of this world. The first time watching it left us breathless but this time we got much more of the intricacies of the story and lyrics. It is one of the best new musicals of our time and we loved it. King George III as ever stole the show.
Writing a hit musical is the way to make some real cash. I wonder if having no writing, singing or musical ability is a barrier to me composing one. Would people pay to see my life story immortalised in ‘Karl – the Musical’. I know I would. Now who could play me?
Then we walked to the 7 Avenue D line Subway stop and made our way back to the hotel in Brooklyn. Tomorrow, we hope to be able to explore some of Brooklyn which if ever it separated from New York would become the 3rd largest City on its own in the whole USA.
Back in our room we made a cup of tea whilst finding on the TV an edition of Shark Tank for Karen to watch as we chilled before turning off the lights.