Day 3

We started the day really late and decided to get some pizza. Kelly looked up some places and found that Leonardi's was within walking distance of the hotel (and was supposed to be really good). When we got there, the hostess walked in a zig-zag line through tiny dining areas, passing through the kitchen where a whir of bodies were throwing together pizzas.

The pizza was crazy good. Kelly couldn't get me to stop eating it, so here's the photo we nabbed:

We walked around the fused Chinatown/Little Italy area (it was interesting to watch people smoke cigarettes while simultaneously playing wallball in the park), then headed uptown to check out some Jazz. To summarize:

Verbose subway signage. Good luck figuring that out, tourist.

Mosaic tiles on subway station walls.

Some nice Swedes took a picture of us. I would also have liked to get a picture of the dog cruising down Park Ave. with his paw on the sideview mirror of a white hummer limo, but I wasn't quick enough.


The inside of the Jazz Standard... Though both the food and music (Fred Hersch) were great for what they were, nothing really moved us.