Wednesday: Brooklyn Bridge Park, coming up sunset on a beautifully clear day. There’s a song going round my head that just won’t quit – you know the one, even if it’s sung by gremlins. The view’s spectacular.

I have to thank my lovely lady E for this. Even before we got together, she had so many suggestions for things to do and see that I turned a couple of days’ sightseeing into best part of a week, and now I’ve gone and fallen in love with the place.

So much so that I’ve been too busy wandering to keep up to date with processing photos or writing any of it up… Time for some catching up.

After a day getting entertainingly lost and drenched to the skin on the Lower East Side (oddly much more fun than it sounds) I made an early morning beeline for the High Line,  a relatively new public park built on a mile and a half of elevated railroad on the West Side. It’s a great walk with some interesting views, sculpture and street art, and a couple of cafe stops along the way. Well worth a visit.

The High Line currently stops at W 30th Street, parallel to Penn Station, where I noticed that a quick trip north on the A Line would get me to the Museum of Natural History. So obviously that was me sorted for a few hours… And then of course I’m right on the doorstep of Central Park.

Everything looks familiar. Of course it does. At which point it hits me: I know that bridge on the lake. “Big strong man like you shouldn’t be afraid of a little boom-boom.” (Shame about Kastagir, but there can be only one.) Walking round this town’s like wandering onto a film set sometimes…

Those musicians at Bethesda Terrace are Tribal Baroque, check’em out. (I bought CDs then realised I don’t have anything to play them on over here. Oh well, they’ll keep…)

More catch-up to come.