340 in Fifth Avenue. Amazing lack of quality in terms of girls (a couple of exceptions). But—shock—the tree is gone! The branch hanging down from the archway has gone! An absolute emblem of Fifth Avenue, I never knew what it meant, and now it’s gone. Another symbol of this holiday. 513 no, no one of any quality in 5th Avenue, and I come straight to Domino’s Pizza—starving! I declined Brussels Grill steak and came straight to Domino’s Pizza. 7,35 for a large pizza. Not bad. So so hungry. After pizza, let me sleep, late nightcap in Empire, then bed. Home tomorrow. Not much, but still better than London.