Well I have finally survived the move into the depths of the Financial District. I seem to be getting feedback from people that it not the norm to go and get a massage on moving day, followed by cocktails - it was very relaxing way to move - honestly.

I am sad to leave the Village but certainly looking forward to new adventures in another part of Manhattan. I did lack the energy this morning to go find a new Cafe so ended back up in my old haunt of Grounded in the West Village.

You get to see the old maid of New York out in the harbor from the roof-deck, oh and smell salt air when the wind blows on in, oh and I haven’t heard one dump truck from the apartment since my arrival This is a good thing - dump trucks are the bane of my life - killing machines for short people.

Oh, the new discovery from standing on my new roof-deck. Battery Park has a Labyrinth in the middle of it. Need to go find out if it is usable or simply for looks. A usable Labyrinth would be awesome, a beautiful means of meditation.

Categories: New York