Tomorrow is the 4th of July. Boy, does this city get crowded. But then again, I don't know that it has to be the 4th of July...it can probably be just about any weekend or holiday and you have people. People everywhere. It is actually lovely early in the mornings or Sunday evenings...at least this evening by the hotel, because most people tend to be somewhere else. I'm sure I wouldn't feel that way if I were in Time's Square, which seems to be crowded most any time, except between 7 and 9 am, and then it is realistic.
Today was rainy...and my legs were screaming at me for walking all day yesterday and then today.
I started this about my adventures yesterday:
Here I go, walking around the city. I identified my key points and wrote down the cross streets, in order, on a piece of paper. Changed my purse to the larger size so I can carry more things, including water, and I'm off.
First, the Hell's Kitchen flea market. Always amazing what people sell, or try to sell. Stuff that I've thrown away, stuff that is....well, junk. And the prices! You'd think it was gold.
Then from Hell's Kitchen I head north to Lincoln Center. Not really a bad walk. I'm thankful that I'm used to walking. And that gratitude doesn't end...as you'll see.
I'm also thankful for Starbucks. Once on every other corner. Usually they all have lines. I guess that New Yorkers are glad for Starbucks too! Always consistent, you always know what you'll get. Same size, same taste. They've become a necessary part of my routine.
I can't believe how hot it is. The iPhone temperature says its 82. Sure feels hotter. Except when you get in the open and the wind blows. Then, its lovely!
Speaking of the iphone, its the only camera I have.
Cool building! Click.
Ooh! What a neat church! Click.
Fordham University! Click, click.
Oh my God! I'm here. It's Lincoln Center!!
Fountain! Click!
Holy Shit!! I look like such a tourist.
Tourist, that word has meant so many bad things in my life. Hawaiian shirt, too high socks, and black or white walking shoes, sweaty, fat women, from the midwest, with ticket books shoved into their tube tops for easy access. "That'll be a B ticket please." ..."Ummmmm....If you could just tear it off, I'd appreciate it."
But tourist I am, none the less. Others don't seem to mind. They actually embrace it. Stop, take a picture. Smile, take a picture. Can you take a picture of us? That's what'll be missing from this trip...evidence that I was here. OMG...The Julliard School...click!
So the walking went on and on without time for more writing.
From Julliard, I walked over to Central Park, back to Moma and Carnegie Hall, and then St. Patrick's Cathedral. By this time, I had to head back to meet VB. Then we started out again. Up through the street festival on Avenue of the America's, found a subway station...take the 1 to South Ferry. Rode the Staten Island Ferry to Staten Island, past the Statue of Liberty. A short stop and then it's a trip back to Manhatten. Then we're off to Ground Zero...then to Seaport Village and then to China Town. We stop to each at a restraunt that has frog and eel pieces listed on the menu and who ducks hanging in the window. Food was actually OK. Back to the subway and the hotel. I'm stinky, I'm tired, but it's Saturday night and I'm in NY and I'll be damned if I'm in my hotel room from 7pm...so I head out again (to my husband's disapproval)...unfortunately, I don't get farther than the grill in Bryant Park. Can you make a dirty martini? Sure! (I have got to admit that I've NEVER been served one in a water goblet before). Finally back about 10:30. Wooooooo...exciting night.
Today we were awoken by rain and thunder. Meeting at 11 to head out, we ride the subway up to the Frick museum...pretty cool actually, but too many museum Nazi's for my taste. Don't touch, don't take a picture, did I see you act like you were going to lean on that? Then off to Central Park. Because of the rain the park was pretty dead. A walk from the park back along Madison Avenue and then to Grand Central Terminal...and then Times Square to Bubba Gump. Finally, back to the hotel and time to do laundry. Tonight, I really didn't mind being in at 7. I'm tired and like I said, my legs were screaming at me.
Tomorrow's our last day off before workshops start again...stay tuned!
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