25,000 steps.

Translation…11.5 miles.

Saturday was a one foot in front of the other day in the most most exciting, entertaining city in the world.

We hit the ground running at 9am. The Lubov/Catzel clan cut through Central Park on a truly glorious Indian summer day.

We emerged from the Park at 59th and 5th and the hordes of tourists had yet to descend on the Avenue. We were able to window shop and slide down 5th without dodging dubious foreigners.

I found a little bauble at Bulgari that I thought would look absolutely fabulous with jeans and a white button down.

We took in the new plantings at Rockefeller. Soon, the Christmas tree will be up and the skaters circling the rink.

Across the street we prayed for completion of the extensive St. Patrick’s restoration.

Very soon Uptown Girls will be seeking therapy at Top Shop and a big and better H&M.

We rolled into a Dunkin’ Donuts at 46th and 5th and were vastly disappointed in their weak reputedly delish iced coffee and lousy donut holes.

Why do literally dozens of people line up around the block in Santa Monica on Wilshire Boulevard for mediocrity? I guess Dunkin’ Donuts is a novelty in California. The only thing I like about it are the middle America ads featuring Eli Manning.

We admired the splendor of the NYC Public Library and noticed that a good book can sometimes put you to sleep.

We hit up Lord & Taylor on 5th and 39th Street, one of the best kept retail secrets in the city. There is always a sale and the store which was recently remodeled, offers an impressive array of brands. Courtny purchased chic yet affordable boots, aiding and abetting her obsession.

Moving on down the road, we jogged past the congestion at 34th Street around the Empire State Building.

We stopped for refreshment at the original Shake Shack in Madison Square Park and there were no lines…a rarity.

We took in the beauty of the Park and then scampered through the Flatiron district to ABC Carpet & Home, probably one of the coolest stores anywhere.

We took the elevator to 5 and climbed the narrow, steep steps down, stopping at every floor to absorb the design sense and inspiration for the Pacific Palisades money pit.

BTW, renovations have come to a screeching halt due to a bored senior citizen lookie loo who reported he had seen 2×4’s slinking out of our condo. To that asswipe it spells structural change which it is not. This only brought us more headaches.

We checked out the Union Square farmer’s market and stopped by the new restaurant that opened 2 months ago in the Pavilion…the homeless lost their encampment. The Pavilion is a market cafe located in Union Square Park, highlighting farmer’s market items to table dishes.

We headed to Soho and window shopped up and down the cobblestone streets.

We passed through the Prada store which is still an eclectic architectural stunner.

We headed down Broadway to have a bite at my favorite little brunch stop, Baz Bagels. Bari is still kickin’ it, offering incredible homemade bagels and fabulous smoked fish. We even indulged in an authentic egg cream.

Before departing Soho and descending upon the west village we stopped at the Nike Lab boutique and Warby Parker free standing store on Green and Prince. $125 for trendy frames and custom lenses…can’t get better than that.

Next stop, the Meatpacking district and up the stairs to the High Line.

The Highline was so crowded that we dropped down at 20th Street and 10th Avenue and caught another stairwell at 28th to experience the final stage of the High Line which just opened.

It has a completely different feel as it wide and bends left, heading to the Hudson and then suddening snakes to the right and terminates its 1.45 mile run at the Javits Convention Center at 34th Street between the Westside Drive and 11th Avenue.

The High Line is a job well done and a lovely place to stroll during the week…forget the weekends with pedestrian traffic more congested than Los Angeles freeways…butt to butt. The High Line averages 5 million visitors annually.

Almost 12 miles down, I am reluctant to admit we were all done in from marauding in 80 degree weather so we jumped into a cab and exited at 67th Street and Amsterdam Avenue, hiking the last 3 blocks.

We arrived home at 5pm on Saturday night and we felt exhausted, stimulated and fulfilled. Time to shower andd head to Brooklyn to meet our amazing friends for dinner at Dover…review to come.

What a weekend in New York City for the Marauding Manhattanites.