Stepping into Little Italy is like being overseas for a little while. The streets (Mulberry Street in particular) is decorated in Italian colours — red, green and white.
The place is littered with restaurants, and pizza shops and places selling “Italian Specialties” like meats, breads and desserts.
Of course you cannot have Italian and not have fashion. I couldn’t resist photographing this little number. I wonder what kind of occasion would warrant wearing something like this?
We had lunch at one of the restaurants, sort of by accident. They have Real Italians standing outside the restaurant selling it to you and trying to convince you to come in. And anyone who’s ever had anything to do with Italians know that they’re a hard bunch to say no to!
The place gave us complimentary delicious bread and dip and we ordered pizza. We made the mistake of ordering coffee (we thought the Italians knew how to do this properly) but it tasted horrible. So, in our experience, eat the food in Little Italy, leave the coffee.
We asked some random person on the street to take a family shot of us. It’s always a bit hit-and-miss with asking people to take your photo, and in this case it was a bit miss. Esther almost didn’t make it into the photo!
Lovely photos (in spite of the near miss) on the posts the 19th and 20th
Keep enjoying the big city life!
That pizza looks delissimo. Especiallo the amount of cheeso. Nice picture of you all! — Bevan interrupting here: you all have fake smiles though.—
Please excuse him.
We miss you!
You’re right about the cheese, and he’s right about the smiles! :-)
at least its in focus. if it was us asking, we’d have a nice clear shot of the guy shoveling food in his face to the right and we’d be all blurry. almost every photo other’s have taken for us is like that.