Spectacular fall weather in NYC last weekend.

You just feel so happy to be alive and able to get out and dig deep into the greatest city in the world.

David and I started out early, strolling through Central Park. The night before it had poured and Sheep’s Meadow morphed into the Emerald City.

We admired the newly renovated Grand Army Plaza which lies at the intersection of Central Park South and 5th Avenue in front of the Plaza Hotel. Proudly ensconced is the golden equestrian statue of General William Tecumseh Sherman designed by Augustus Saint-Gaudens.

The dynamic duo ambled down 5th Avenue, admiring the Bergdorf Goodman windows which are consistently creative and noteworthy.

We took in the recent Rockefeller Center transformation.

It is officially fall with the opening of the Rink at Rockefeller Center. It is now open 8:30am-midnight daily through April. A season pass is $275…who knew.

Next on the agenda, Bryant Park and Madison Square Park.

We ventured down Broadway in the Flatiron district and discovered a new store from Danish retailer, Flying Tiger.

Although prevalent in Europe and Japan, this is the first Flying Tiger store in America. Amazing, adorable home goods and trinkets at ridiculously low prices. 90% of the items are under $15. Everything I purchased was under $5. Look out IKEA.

One of my favorite stores in NYC is ABC Carpet & Home. I love to peruse the main floor.

The displays are intoxicating which led us to lunch at the adjoining ABC Cocina.

Next up, scanning the Union Square Saturday Greenmarket.

I must say that the variety of beans, squash, carrots and other various and sundry offerings was considerably more extensive than in California. Surprising observation as I always thought California “invented” the farmer’s market concept.

We were blown away.

We then wiggle waggled through SoHo, revisiting Bond, Lafayette, Elizabeth, Prince and Bleecker streets.

Popped into United Nude at 25 Bond Street to check out the architecturally unique footwear.

The crowds were overwhelming as everyone was out and about on this idyllic Saturday.

After 7 hours of walking, we headed home.

We were drawn into a happening at Houston Hall, a massive beer hall and beer pub located on West Houston Street near Varick close to the 1 train in the west village. We were the only two not carded.

Reverse discrimination.

We showered, changed and headed to the TKTS booth at Times Square to check out theatre ticket availability.

We weren’t dying to see one particular show. On the list was Old Times starring Clive Owen and Eve Best, Therese Raquin with Keira Knightley, Sylvia with Matthew Broderick, Julie White and Annaleigh Ashford and an interesting newbie which was opening in previews that very night.

We decided to be part of the King Charles III debut on Broadway.

The backstory is that Queen Elizabeth is dead and after a lifetime of waiting Prince Charles ascends the throne.

Within a few days of becoming king, Charles refuses to sign a parliamentary bill restricting freedom of the press. The play ingeniously explores the constitutional crisis that would result from Charles’s interventionism.

Tim Pigott-Smith gives a stunning performance as Charles. In the first half, he portrays a tormented idealist struggling to come to terms with his new role. He then grows into a tragic figure, outmaneuvered by members of his own family.

Charles III is written in iambic pentameter peppered with pop references. It also includes beautifully sung requiems. I highly recommend seeing this entertaining, unique and fascinating production.

We flew out of the theater as the play ran 2 hours 30 minutes and made it just before closing time at Taboon.

Their homemade breads and dips are scrumptious and our buddy Tanya, who we stalk from coast to coast, was bartending that night so we hung with her.

At the stroke of midnight we turned into pumpkins and rolled home.