It is an amazing place.
We spend the rest of the day at the Herald Square Macy's, slowly going insane. Three floors of clothes for women? My mind doesn't deal well with situations like that.
Central park is calm. Beautiful. Cold. Beautiful. Little children squealing on their snowboards, friendly butt-sniffing dogs and busker music.
We walk through Central Park to the Met. The Met is awe-inspiring, and its own history is slowly becoming part of the exhibition. We spend time in the American and South East Asian wings. I like the period rooms- touchscreen Apple monitors display information about each period.
Today is our last day in New York. It will end too soon.