On Saturday, we went to The Feast of San Gennaro in Little Italy. We literally ate ourselves down the street (How?...I ask you...how? could that not be fun?).




Sal's been making the zeppoles nonstop for days...he takes the dough from one oversized bowl & plops it into the deep fryer...then throws some powdered sugar in a brown paper bag, slings the dough into the bag...shakes it & holy mother of God...are these things to die to...but you have to eat them hot, right from the bag, standing on Mulberry Street.



Pin a dollar (or more...'cuz you know The Catholic Church will always gladly take more) to San Gennero himself & the patron saint of Naples will bless you.



Sometimes...in a crowd like this...I begin to feel...untall.



The stuffed artichokes were pure heaven.



It's a sin to leave without having a cannoli...or two.



As we left, we walked through China town. The boys in blue were gearing up for the last night of the feast. I was thinking...yep...a perfect way to end my trip.