september eleventh.

my first saturday as a new yorker was, strangely enough, september eleventh. it was a tragic, yet amazing, time to experience this city and, while most of the day was spent apartment hunting, dad and i shared some very new york moments.

{the george washington bridge in the morning, lunch at fetch, a delicious dog-friendly cafe in the upper east side, an afternoon walk through central park, street vendor food for dinner, a spectacular rooftop view of the red, white, and blue empire state building and the lights from the financial district marking the towers}