Drains. A marvellous invention. Saving people from Cholera and other types of nasties since, I don't know, ancient times? Well, seems that if you are living in an upper east side apartment a drain is still a luxury for other people and not for Sarah. And so, Sunday morning started. Trapped in the bath while the toilet overflowed - two inches of water on the bathroom floor and starting to run down the corridor. A distress call to the flat mate who did the distress call to the doormen saw two men who would have been retired in Australia arrive to attend to the sorry state of affairs. Apparently they had never seen anything like this before. Strange that they arrived with a vacuum cleaner the size of a small car that suctioned up the water. I humbly assured them this would never happen again and off they ambled to where ever water vacuum cleaner people go to wait for the next Australian to flood the premises.
After some bleaching and laundering it was time to set off for Chelsea to stroll the wonderful Highline.
There was time to admire the biscuit decorating skills of the Americans.
The ceiling fans.
The chandeliers
And the babies who will eat your brains. Wha...t?
Thankfully the Highline offers more signs of life!
The afternoon ended with the Choral Evensong at Saint Thomas Church Fifth Avenue. A beautiful and awesome (in the non ice-cream sense of the word Dad) experience.
After communing with God there was a little more time to *admire* the man who might think he is God. This is the quite spectacular landscaping on Trump Tower.
And so, Sunday in New York happened.
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