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I love these long New York days when life flows seamlessly from adventure to adventure.

It started as a dreary morning. I slept til noon on account of a restlessly late night and the unwelcoming spattering of rain outside my bedroom window. But suddenly there were spontaneous plans to attend to. And the A train whisked me off to DUMBO.

I plodded through the rain-drowned cobblestone streets to the flea market. Inside Jenn and I perused colorful trinkets and sampled homemade treats. Then we rounded the corner to Jaques Torres, where we found a surprisingly extensive selection of kosher for Passover artisan chocolate goodies. We left with some dark chocolate covered matzah, and headed across the street to Almondine, where we sat with coffee (and an oatmeal raisin cookie for Jenn).

When we emerged the rain had stopped. We followed the footprints of the Brooklyn Bridge back toward Jenn’s neighborhood, where we whipped up a flourless chocolate cake, and as that cooled, made ourselves a meal of fish (salmon for me, red snapper for Jenn) and citrus salsa (grapefruit, orange, lemon, cilantro, red peppers).

After a few hours of dining and relaxing, we made a couple of phone calls and suddenly had ourselves a Saturday night gathering at a wine bar. Six great Brooklynites, three delicious bottles of red wine, and various nibbles of chocolate matzah, chocolate cake and cheese made for the best possible spontaneous get-together.

I got home 10 hours and four neighborhoods after I embarked on my original mission. The day turned out nothing like I’d imagined. And it was perfect.

In New York, the sun doesn’t set behind the ocean. It sets behind a skyline.

We had two heaping bowls full of corned beef and cabbage … sort of stew style … at Sidecar last night at 1:30am. This city is friggin’ awesome.