Oh Good Lord! More tour buses more sex starved bitches, more henpecked husbands more pussy whipped boyfriends cluttering the streets.
Each day you see them-they come in droves like unwanted cattle stampeding up Bleecker to Perry as they work their way up Perry Street to the Carrie Bradshaw home. They stand outside and stare at it wistfully and with weird sounds exiting their portholes (mouths).
Until about a month or so ago, they would gallop up the steps of the townhouse and have their picture taken. Many would go up and touch the door and often the doorknob and have their picture taken thusly. Some stood on the steps, some sat on them while having pictures taken. Finally they were stopped. The owner of the place now has a chain across the bottom of the steps with a sign notifying people that they will be charged with trespassing if they set foot on the steps. The sign also mentions that there is a surveilance camera watching every move. Now the tourists stand across the street in front of the building labeled "The McKinley" (most likely built and named at about the time that President William "Billy The Bulge" McKinley was assassinated back in 1901-he was called The Bulge, due to his rather large scarf [he felt chilled easily and kept a scarf wrapped around his genitals]). At any rate...they now snap pictures of the Bradshaw place. Some even stand in front of the now chained off steps.
Comedy moments come in when an uninformed tourist-not part of the groups-stops in front of #84 Perry, convinced that it is the right place. People, please, was there a 5 story apartment house next to Bradshaw's home? No. Did Bradshaw reside in a townhouse with a wide bannister outside? No. Please note she was in a place with a much narrower bannister.
And who can forget the evening, when as twilight came upon us, a confused woman stared at the windows and moaned to the guide that it looked different inside than she remembered it from the show. She began weeping as the guide explained that the program had outside shots of the building and never was actually filmed inside of it.
Then there is group 2 of tourists- they come traipsing down 4th street along with a couple of filmers. Yes, there are two men, filming this insanity. They then move down Perry towards Bleecker, stopping of course in front of the Bradshaw home.
The ones who come up from Bleecker usually start out in Bleecker Street Park and receive a throat scraping from an overly sweet, undercooked cupcake from Magnolia Bakery (at Bleecker and 11th). Please note, Magnolia was for some 20 years Bird Jungle and had birds flying around inside and crapping their guts out (makes the thought of a cupcake sickening doesn't it?).
A couple of times as I have approached Bleecker, I've heard their guide tells them that they have 20 minutes to do some shopping along Bleecker n the overpriced stores-Olive & Bettes, Marc Jacobs (there are 3 to choose from) Cynthia Rowley, Coach, Ralph Lauren (2 or 3 to choose from), Brunello Cucinelli-where for a mere 800.00 you can purchase a pair of Cargo Pants, or a 3,200.00 weekend bag (with leather of course), after which they are to be back and ready to reboard the bus. Where they go after that, I neither know nor care.
Regarding Sarah Jessica Parker-I wish her well. She's a very nice woman (she and Matthew were living in the area as recently as a year ago-not sure if they still dwell there). Polite and well mannered I do not hold the antics of the tourists as being her fault. No, those (antics) come from and are encouraged by greed frenzied tour organizers
(as one can tell from the above review, I have no intention of seeing Sex In The City. Hell, I didn't even care for the television program-perhaps due to its incredible inaccuracies.)