On our way in on Cedar Street, we came across a new gelateria run by a nice garrulous young guy from Piza named Francesco. Time for an espresso and a little rest and refueling.



Hey, that girls crossing the street looks good coming and going.

Being all jittery from the coffee, we headed into Little Italy. Good pasta here, but there's more to this neighborhood than food.



We like the little John Basilone park literally built on a street corner. This is urban planning at its best.





The morning was wearing on by now, so we were getting hungry. For some reason we had a hankerin' for some good ol' down home Cal-Mex taqueria food. Hmmmm ...