My cautious daughter decided to hold onto her money until she found the right thing. I tried to explain to him the New York custom of haggling, but he didn’t want to insult the man and ended up giving him the full price plus a tip.
Both kids had $20 of birthday money to buy a New York memory burning a hole in their pockets and it wasn’t long before my shopaholic husband and son visited dozens of booths that my son finally chose a custom graffiti hat with his name on it. We walked past tall buildings, we walked past a man peeing in the street (when anyone mentions New York, my daughter re-enacts this memory for them), we walked past graffiti, and we walked past street vendors. Why take a taxi to the Statue of Liberty when you could walk, right? So, we walked. Still intent on our New York adventure, next on our list was walking the streets like real New Yorkers.
Nothing better than a NYC street pretzel.