Where Sally Dropped Off Harry

The movie When Harry Met Sally has a special place in our hearts and so making a trip to Washington Square where the couple shake hands and say farewell after the long drive from Chicago, as seen here, was a must.

It was baking hot and another chance to sit down watch the world go by and replay the scene from the movie in our minds was very welcome. 

It was whilst we were sat down G took out his copy of the novel Washington Square. Because I have neater writing than him G asked me to write a short note inside to say that the book had been bought all the way from Southampton, England and left for someone else to pick up, read and then leave for someone else, as in the spirit of book crossing.

Who knows if someone took it, or whether it was just left to curl in the sun but then we were off again, this time in search of a vinyl record store G had found out about.

Of course there were a few stops on the way to admire buildings such as this one, labelled Fire Patrol, which has been converted in apartments.

No records were purchased and so we wandered on for a few more blocks before we turned around and headed back the way we had come because on the way to Where Harry had said goodbye to Sally we had spotted somewhere we wanted to investigate a little further.
Just before you reach Washington Square there are a cluster of buildings which belong to the New York University along with a small courtyard and very well maintained garden which contains a very regal statue of Cervantes.

Just look at that face, he'd be quite the hipster these days with that natty little beard.

As pretty as the garden was it was Washington Mews we wanted to stroll down. This article tells you all you need to know about the historic row of houses and it also contains better photos which really capture the European feel of the street.
It doesn't matter where I am I can't resist a handsome front door photo opportunity. The colour, the knocker, the letterbox, all perfection.

By now the travelling was starting to catch up with us and so we made our way back to the hotel, passing through an area called Gramercy Park. It was here I found the first house I fancied living in. What do you think?

We then rounded the corner and I quickly changed my mind and decided I'd like one of these townhouses which were built in the mid 19th century for the richer inhabitants of New York.

And so ended our first day.