
This is the first post of probably many about my weekend trip to New York with a group of girls to celebrate a birthday milestone of one of my friends.
On Sunday morning around 8:00, I got a text that just said "bagels"? I replied, "oui", and was soon throwing on clothes, wiping the sleep from my eyes and heading downstairs to get breakfast. We found a deli and I had to have a bagel with lox, cream cheese, tomato and onion. How could I not? I was in New York, after all.

It was delicious! But it was so big I could only eat half. I really wish I had the other half right now.
The night before in Times Square, there were about a million people on the streets. However, at 8:00 on Sunday morning, there were about 10, besides the four friends who had gotten up bleary eyed and decided to have an early breakfast.
Here's my bagel in Times Square.

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