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Got to New York City early in the morning. Ran some errands, and headed to Smorgasburg in Brooklyn which was insanely amazing.
Day 7:
Attending yoga classes at Yoga Vida NYC for the week.

Lounge Area on the right, changing rooms on the left

One last picture taken from the website because my picture does not do it any justice.
There are many things that I love so much about this studio. First, the blocks they use are made of cork! I know this may not sound like a big deal to some, but this was my first time using a cork block. It was extremely sturdy and felt much better than a regular foam block. Second, location. Situated 2 blocks from Union Square, it’s close to both the subway, and Whole Foods Market. If you come here on a Saturday, you’d be able to catch a glimpse of the Union Square Greenmarket too.
I took the 7pm flow class with Zoe, who is an awesome teacher. Flow classes at this time slot on Sundays are candlelit. Unfortunately , it was still bright out so I did not get to see the full grandeur of the studio lit in candlelight. It was a great class with the end dedicated to inversion practice. Some of the instructions were dished out in Sanskrit too. I believe this is good practice as it allows the students to know the names of poses in both English and Sanskrit. Who knows, you might take a class taught only in Sanskrit someday.
Yoga Vida NYC
99 University Place at 12th St.
6th Floor; New York, NY 10003
doyoga@yogavidanyc.com
212.995.5553
Farmers Market at Loewen Garden
Japanese cakes
Vintage Knickknacks
Hamster eating a strawberry (it prefer grapes)
Au Revoir Simone LIVE! at the Esplanade Theatre Studio
This was probably the best, and most amazing Spring Break ever. Sure, I could have gotten a few pairs of Ferragamo loafers if I stayed in Chapel Hill, but nothing beats heat and humidity
Lastly, here’s an article everyone of you should have a look at:
To fly together in the sky, two birds on the same wing,
To grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.
Earth fades, Heaven fades, at the end of days.
But Everlasting Sorrow endures always.
- The Song of Everlasting sorrow, Bai Juyi