After much silence, it took me a little booster shot across the Atlantic to immerse their feet in water blogosphere.
What a sweet sensation to be back on the concrete sidewalks once so cherished, yet coupled with a certain ill-being: I'm home, but I have the keys. Nothing much has changed outside, and I have forgotten nothing, not even all that animated me three months to the day before. The program for these 10 vacation days: nostalgia, good mix of tourist sites never visited, "catch-up with everything that I missed, full of America, and sad funeral of a fable ephemeral.
I arrive fresh and exhilarated as never 152E 100th Street, mark my beloved fellow: Sarah greets me like a princess and I reflected the joyous madness of Karen in NY & Clem, immortalized the time of a snapshot of 45 seconds on bright display in the center of the world.
activities include high-grade tourist, I identify a visit to the legendary campus of Columbia University, a dream student, followed by a look at nearby St John's Cathedral, the largest of world what American. 
To fill the rainy days, I spent an afternoon wide-eyed before the Creation to the fantastic Museum of Natural History. The rain did not stop me from running around on the streets, feet warm and dry in my boots legendary photographed for the occasion by a photographer who gave me his card, and envied by dozens of tourists oblivious. 
& Karen Clem were offered a return to basic beach at Coney Island, a skirt in the middle of the austere Orthodox Jews, before being joined by the Grand Remi, descended from the Great White North for a weekend sunny. Spring is launched, we go watch the cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.
The menu is perfect picnic: SunChips, carrots to crunch, French baguettes, Virginian Ham, humus and wrinkled apples, not to mention the Chips Ahoy cookies for dessert. It is eaten in speed between two round towers vigils frustrated, jumping from one family to tell them to pack up, we do not eat in the garden. Joined by Liliane, we stroll in the bud. 
The game of 50 states we are well into the afternoon, it does lack in one, Rhode Island. We go fast at the Brooklyn Brewery, which smells like beer and conviviality brooklynienne, then walk down to Times Square to the East Village, rewarded with a Brooklyn Lager and a cheesecake night.
Easter Sunday Brunch begins with a daunting Paprika, and becomes a huge sundeck at 25 ° C, in Greenwich Village and the fantastic highline, a Dunkin Donut 99c mocha latte to console me silence concealed on the horns of yellow cabs, and end a vacation in the evening. 
I-still-HEARTNY, tears flow when the departure of Karen and bro away, but the return to Lyon is sweet.
As host, I find small chocolate bunnies lurking in the corners of my apartment, hidden there by a hand love ...
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