Connie awaits our booking to be found (after 20 minutes) at the reception desk of the fabulous Waldorf-Astoria. They still refer to the luggage guys as "bellmen" and shout "FRONT!" to summon one to handle your bags.
The Waldorf-Astoria lobby really is something to behold, including the 8-ton clock in the middle.
It has "friezes" around the top of the walls at the ceiling, just like the Parthenon (before the British took them all.)
Our room wasn't large, but indeed luxurious...
...right down to the marble bathroom.
Connie in Times Square
My grandmother noted, while panning a play, that she "enjoyed most of the electric signs on Broadway" - back when that meant your name spelled out in light bulbs
Now, the electric signs are almost all full-blown video screens that show anything, in motion, all the time.
We had a wonderful stroll through Central Park the next morning before we checked out, dodging around the huge "Race for the Cure" marathon.
We also did a great breakfast at a Lexington Av. restaurant, avoiding the dauntingly heavy "brunch" (a mere $93 each) at the Waldorf.
My one great photo of NYC this visit: the Empire State Building half-hidden in the fog and drizzle that ruled the day.
The QM2 arrived late and set all schedules off; new passengers arrived while old ones were still leaving. Such a mess that they bussed us to Times Square and back to get us out of the way until 8PM for a late departure.