Big apple.

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Eating a Little Apple in the heart of the Big Apple.

Our adventures in the Far East came to an end in the Big Apple, but Mom says she thinks only people who don’t live in New York City actually call it that.

Whatever it should be called, it is a magical city. There is a giant park, a giant museum, a raised walking garden path, a bunch of fountains, a huge toy store, a three story house of dolls, underground trains, lots of crowded streets, and even a serious set of fountains that made mom cry.

First, we took the train into the city.

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Once in the city, we had an amazing time, and I was spoiled rotten.

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FAO Schwarz is an astounding toy store with a bunch of stuffed Twizzles and other amazing things.

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I left FAO Schwarz with Patrick the Pup. Thanks, Dad. He is gigantic and so fluffy.

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The Highline is an old raised train track turned into a walking garden path.

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The Museum of Natural History has so many rooms we visited it twice. This giant crab was so big it will haunt my dreams for a while.

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Central Park has leaves, trees, horses and carriages, bikers, and lots of people. I loved it.

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Rockefeller Plaza has the shiniest fountain in the city.

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American Girl Doll Place has three stories of dolls. Mom went sort of crazy. She insisted dad take this picture of me “getting my first American Girl Doll.”

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The 9/11 Memorial made mom cry. Dad said someday he and mom will tell me what the two square fountains mean, and why there are so many names written all around each one. It must be important. And sad.

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And so, Goodnight Big Apple. Thanks for the magical adventures.

And so ends our big adventures in the Far East.

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