It was going to be a long day.
We had planned to make the trek from Murray Hill to Central Park, clear across Manhattan, looking for bakeries and restaurants and street vendors along the way.
Then I was hopping on the Long Island Rail Road to Farmingville, a little suburb about 90 minutes east of lower Manhanttan to stay with my cousins.
And we had a lot to do.
And there was still Central Park.
So we started early.
Here’s what Saturday — and my last day in the city — looked like:
Cupcakes for breakfast
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