We walked off a french fry or two in Central Park.
After that, we wandered over to Grand Central to check out the holiday market. On the way, Phil snapped this picture just for Max:
You can also see the ca-razy crowds in that picture—I've been to New York more than a few times, in all seasons, and I've never seen it as packed as the Saturday we went. I felt bad for all the people who actually live in the city, but not bad enough to leave.
The window displays are gorgeous and made me wonder how one gets a job putting them together. I want that job. And those silver pants.
We got out of the cold for a bit in America's First Pizzeria. Seriously delicious.
We took a stroll through Times Square...
Peeked inside Radio City Music Hall just as the Christmas Spectacular was ending...
And fought the crowds for this photo with the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center.