Kapitel 84: Le Petit Paris

As we strolled out of Central Park, the sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. Our stomachs were rumbling, and the search for a place to eat became our top priority. Isabel and I wandered through the bustling streets of Manhattan, taking in the sights and sounds as we debated where to have lunch.

"There's so many options," Isabel said, glancing around. "Do you have a preference? Pizza, burgers, something fancy?"

I shrugged. "I'm not picky. Maybe we can find a nice restaurant and just see what catches our eye?"

Isabel nodded in agreement. "Good idea. Let's keep walking and see what we find."

We continued down the street, passing an array of eateries, from small delis to trendy cafes. The air was filled with the tantalizing aromas of various cuisines, making our mouths water and our stomachs rumble in anticipation.