On the way down to the park, we stopped in one of the two Trader Joe's in New York City. We thought we'd get some bottled water; but when we saw the line for the cashiers snake around the store's perimeter like a snake eating its tail.
Under the Tuscan Sun
After the small cheese and wine tasting at the museum, we set off to try the best gelato in the world. Perhaps not surprisingly, it wasn't the best gelato we'd ever had. Unsatisfied, we went off to the Museo del Vino Vernaccia to wash away our disappointment only to find more disappointment in the wine with the single exception of the Vin Santo, a wonderful dessert wine.
The best thing about the wine tasting, however? No tourists, who all apparently were still gauging which was the world's best gelato.
Ponte Vecchio after gelato
Before heading out to dinner at Del Carmine Trattoria, we stopped off for a spritzer and aperativo at Harry's Bar, a Florentine institution. I did not bring my camera as it was hot and I had been carrying it all up until then, so this shot of the Ponte Vecchio in the afternoon light after we got some more gelato will have to do.
A hidden corner
Passing the Golden Lane--ticketed admission required--we walked along the other much less traveled side of St. Vitus Cathedral where we stumbled across this idyllic scene with nice lighting and no tourists. Plus, there also was no admission fee.
Gamla Stan, Stockholm
Our destination was Gamla Stan or the old town in Stockholm. The sky was gray and bleak, the air a bit nippy, so we popped into a Jon Chris Coffee (Drottninggatan 29) in the heart of the city's shopping district in which we found ourselves. We got a gluten free biskvi, a coffee, and a varm choklad. As we sipped our drinks and nibbled at the cookies, we found it interesting that English seemed to be more like Swedish than German, which probably has something to do with the fact that the Germans never got to England but the Vikings did.
Charles Bridge at Night
While taking photos on the bridge as the sun set, trying to get some kind of shot without the throngs of toursists that still packed the scene, I spotted a guy along the bank taking pictures.Once I finished up on the bridge, I decided to check out this spot to see what there was to see. Monkey see, monkey do.
Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta
With so many balloons already in the air, I felt as though I was already too late.
Crossing over a bridge in Ranchester, I spied the train going underneath that stretched to the horizon. I quickly pulled over and ran back to the bridge to get this shot.
Given the length of the train, I probably didn't have to run.