What a difference four weeks make. The grass outside the apartment block looks so different. Both these pictures were taken from our balcony.
We spent the day doing bits and pieces, Maria had something she needed to post. So first of all we had to find a box to fit it in. Staples didn’t have the rigth size and the one we could have made do with they only sold in packs of five. A bit of a waste since we only wanted one. So we located a post office (there’s one near Wall Street) and bought a box, some tape and bubble wrap. We were surprised at the post office, it was nothing but a glorified warehouse. Shops etc here seem to come in either real classy, wonderful fittings, fantastic changing rooms (you should see the changing rooms at SAX, 5th Ave.) or very, very basic, nothing in between.
We then had to go back to the appartment and wrap the parcel. There is a mobile Post Office outside the World Financial Center so Maria was hopeful, but of course they don’t do parcels. So back to Wall Street. When we got to the counter we were told we should have filled in the form for the insurance before we queued. Since we wanted is signed for we should have filled in the form for that before we queued. And of course we had put the senders (our) address in the wrong place, so despite the fact it was clearly marked as ‘from’ as opposed to ‘to’ our parcel would have in fact been delivered to us, instead of the person we were sending it to. Luckily the man behind the counter was very nice and sorted us out.
Tomorrow promises to be an even hotter day but I think all Maria is intending to do is a bit of sunbathing and working on a bear. I’ll just try and keep cool.