72 hours in Manhattan

I last worked in Manhattan in 1979 and we returned there last week to witness and celebrate the birth of our first grandchild. We noticed that while the crowds have grown the sidewalks have not kept pace. During our stay we managed to visit the Plaza Hotel for old time's sake. The Palm Court still serves tea but the violins are gone. And they have moved the restrooms to a lower level to discourage walk-ins. A small oval bar sits in the center offering recharge outlets under the bar presumably to keep you from leaving. On the beverage menu liquid Manhattans are priced at $24. and if you have to ask you don't belong there.
On the hotel scene I was prepared for State Tax, City Tax, Room occupancy tax but a buck fifty for bed tax was a surprise. And our Uber driver played classical music for us. It is truly the City that never sleeps.
tjs