poor, sick daughter with a feverWe knew it would be hot. We didn't know it would be hot enough to hit record highs in New York City: 41 celsius/105 Fahrenheit the morning we arrived, Wednesday. With the heat index it felt as high as 119 in some parts of the City.
Lesley was feeling sick that day, her first day off since moving to NYC in June (she works at a coffee shop in addition to her design internship). Maybe slowing down let the bug catch up? We took her to the doctor Friday, and she had strep. :( When we left this morning she was already recovering with the help of the Z antibiotic she got.
As sorry as we were to see her sick, we didn't mind not venturing out into the City on such blasted days as Wednesday and Thursday were. We just went far enough to buy food, the concrete radiating heat up into our faces as we snuck out to the vegetable and meat markets. (I found out you don't pay the man who cuts the meat. He gives you a slip, and while he cuts, you take the slip to the man behind the window and pay him, he stamps the slip, and you go back to the cutting man with your stamped slip to get your cut-up chicken.)
With a little TheraFlu in her, we enjoyed sitting in Lesley's cool air conditioned apartment catching up on each others' lives, watching movies ("Munich", "Something New," and "Delicatessen"), and cooking and eating.
We loved seeing the Astoria, Queens neighborhood where Lesley and her roommate Julie live. Above is a lady in Lesley's building making sure the cannas, begonias and hydrangeas wouldn't suffer.
Here's a view of the apartment building across the street from Lesley. Silly me, I didn't take a pic of Lesley's building, which is just as pretty! Friday night we sat on Lesley's balcony -- it was finally cool enough -- and watched the world go by.
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