I have no belief that I can recapture our week long visit to New York City and adequately blog about it.
Chris took photos with his camera, I took photos with my camera, Chris took photos with my camera, and sometimes Strangers took photos with my camera. I journaled on most days but some days were even too busy for that.
So here’s what I’m offering… photos with captions. No running commentary or detailed travelogue, or even chronological ordering. Maybe occasional comments. That’s it.
First comment – There is a space – people – sound distortion/impact when you jump from an isolated farm to a real city. And then the same thing happens in reverse when you return home. It can mess with you.
Second comment – From the very beginning New York City (or as it was known New Amsterdam) was founded as a multi-cultural city/port. I think that is the key to understanding New York.
By no means was English the dominate language I heard while visiting. I could not say there was a dominate language at all. I like that.
We stayed at the Larchmont in Greenwich Village. A small studio room, bathroom and shower down the hall. It’s perfect – location and size.
The foliage was at peak and lovely. Central Park in the rain. Now I know why New Yorkers carry such large purses and messenger bags – it’s for the umbrellas.
The first Jewish Synagogue in NYC, now surrounded by the Asian communities.
The Magnolia Bakery.
OHMYGODSGOOD cupcakes. I had four. Yes four! I was not the only one.
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Remember the sign Christopher found for me last month?
We found one for him!
This was taken at a open air market on Fifth Avenue. I wish I could have seen them setting this up.
Katz Deli – fantastic sandwiches! Wicked crazy crowd in what one would think was chaos but the legendary deli has it all under control.
Order the corned beef on rye – you won’t be disappointed! Remember that scene in When Harry Met Sally? You know the one – the orgasmic one. It was filmed in Katz Deli. I swear she had the corned beef.
I love the tall skinny buildings – especially the brightly painted ones.
For the knitters: while walking in the Chelsea District we saw an art installation with faux sheep and reflecting waters. Two yarn establishments were visited (Chris has photos – I was busy fondling the yarn), first was School Products where I bought yummy baby camel yarn, second was Habu Textiles where I bought exotic yarn that shall not be discussed here. Both of these were “quests” that really paid off because we had no other reason to go to the garment district and we found out what’s behind those obscured windows on the upper floors of the tall skinny buildings.
One day we took the Ferry to Staten Island, and not just for the view. Chris knew of a guitar shop on the island that he wanted to visit.
In Union Square there was hoopin’ spotted! Hillarey was on my mind often – not just for the hoopin’.
Below is the only photo I have of the parade. NYC’s finest gathering about two hours before Mama Donna Henes was to lead the Greenwich Village Volunteer Participant Parade. After this I stuck my camera in my pocket and just enjoyed the evening!
We visited Washington Square Park numerous times – for the music, the dogs, just walking through and sometimes just to people watch – day and night.
Sunday was spent going across the city (and Central Park several times) as we watched the marathoners. Chris read that two million people came out to watch the marathon, one million to watch the parade the night before.
For Mom, I took lots of photos of Chinatown…
On Friday, our final (though partial) day we wandered the streets of Greenwich Village. We had hot dogs at Gray Papaya, and then one last cupcake from Magnolia Bakery. This photo was taken not after that final cupcake but after the third cupcake near Rockafeller Center. I had red velvet. It’s my favorite.
(Sis – I thought of you making them for Roger.)
You can tell I enjoyed the red velvet cupcake by my refusal to open my eyes and return to the real world after that last bite.