The weather man was wrong. It didn't clear up in the afternoon. It became a steady downpour, but it was warm. In my youth, I may have enjoyed dancing in the puddles. I have become a grumpy old gal though. I still love NYC. Nothing like spending some time at John's Pizzaria to brighten up the spirits. Works every time.
On the way to food, I did pass the Farmer's Market and spy some yarn. Oh, and I got in a good amount of knitting on the bus ride there.
The lines were too long at M&M land, so all I got was this lovely picture.