Waking up in a city which never sleeps...

 Because we're sensible young men, we started our first day in New York City with a run around Central Park.  Again, the size of the park blew us away.  When we began to tire we asked a local how long the running track was.  Six miles, we were told, and it felt it.

Afterwards we grabbed a quick breakfast and hit the city.

My first New York bagel, kind of a disappointment.  Should have had cream cheese.

 The first stop was shopping.  I had run out of underwear one too many times, and everyone had some things to buy.  Our first visit to Macy's was an experience; we were disappointed by how small it was, after we were told it was the largest department store in the country.  A helpful staff member suggested we should get a guest loyalty card, just by showing our passport.  That was when we crossed into the ladies section of the store, and its true mind-blowing size was revealed.

Three likely lads in the streets of New York

 The Skeptic was a bit worn out from travel, so he grabbed a nap while the rest of us jumped the subway to Brooklyn to see what was happening.  The DUMBO arts festival was happening.

One for all my musos.

 The festival was amazing; music and art on every corner, the wonderful people of Brooklyn, a steam-punk convention... all strange and beautiful.

A lot of artists were painting or drawing live.

 We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering DUMBO, looking at the happenings and admiring the bridges.

Right in front of us, people started dancing.

I asked this lady if I could photograph her working, and she said I must.

The Manhattan Bridge...

And the Brooklyn Bridge.

 When we left DUMBO, we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge to downtown Manhattan.

The Brooklyn Bridge was something we were all told to do.

Sadly, this is the best photo of the Statue of Liberty I have.

It was a good spot to admire the view.

That distinctive skyline.

 Of course, I stopped to snap some photos of statues while we were there.

Ben Franklin, my favourite American.

George Washington on Wall Street.

 We wandered to an around Wall Street again.  The Talk's double act as Lawyer and Accountant drew him to the smell of money.

The Talk.  You can see where he is.

 After asking about six people, we finally managed to find the Bull.  I was interested to note that the New York bull is lowered, about to charge, and stands alone.  In Frankfurt, there is a statue of both the bull and the bear, and neither is posed to attack.

The Talk brings balance to the New York stock exchange.

 Finally we wandered through Times Square, where I got hustled, and I hated it.  If I never see Times Square again, it will be too soon.

Nice photos, though.