I know, I know. I’m sitting in Savannah, working on photos from DC, and haven’t even written up the rest of the New York trip yet.
Took the Staten Island Ferry. Obviously it was good to see Liberty, but for me it was actually more interesting to see Manhattan, Jersey and Brooklyn from the water. Having got to the other side and watched everyone else pile straight back on the ferry, I was buggered if I was going remember Staten Island as a ferry terminal that just happened to have a borough attached. Unfortunately it was Sunday morning, and the town of St George was eerily quiet (and the coffee and breakfast joints were all closed up). So much for that. Had a wander round for a few blocks though, and even when things are up and running it must have a very different vibe over there.
Back in Manhattan, I stopped for something resembling early lunch in the tourist trap construction site known as Battery Park: one hot dog, one small Bronx Brewery Pale Ale, $15. I guess you’re paying for the view (though that beer’s not bad at all). Decided I wanted to walk home over the Brooklyn Bridge, for that Cloverfield moment if nothing else. Slightly appalled to see a local fire station turned into a Starbucks…
Then ended up getting myself lost again having a wander round Prospect Park. (A) That place is actually quite large, and (B) wouldn’t it be handy if a single one of these map apps actually gave you a scale? Lost count of the number of times I’ve missed an easy way back because it was either way closer or way further away than I expected…
Another day, another day’s worth of opportunities to get entertainingly lost. I was heading for the Metropolitan Museum of Art and then The Cloisters, but wanted to get an early start in Tribeca before heading back back to Central Park. Had to visit a fire station.
I can see how you could spend days in the Metropolitan Museum of Art and never leave the building. As with most places, four hours was enough for me, especially as I was planning on heading to North Manhattan that afternoon to see the Cloisters (also part of the Met).
I noticed on the way back from the Cloisters that the individual bus I was travelling in was no.666. True to form, the journey back was hellish – New York rush hour plus a southbound 5th Ave diversion around Mount Sinai. With that weird kind of luck I’m starting to get used to, though, walking downtown one block back from the diversion to where I thought I’d be able to get an alternative connection dropped me right here:
These things always seem to work out fine.
Coney Island the next morning – last full day in New York. It was absolutely perfect weather for the beach – blazing sunshine and a cool breeze. No crowds as I’d come down an hour before even the refreshment stands opened.
Cops on ride-along scooters, people. Respect the authority.
So, sitting in Brooklyn Bridge Park that evening, I decided to come back to New York for another 4 or 5 days before I fly back to the UK. Going back to the same digs in Brooklyn too, got a lot more to check out down that way as well as in Manhattan.
[Speaking of Brooklyn: for food and drinks down that way, I can recommend the Alchemy Tavern on 5th Avenue, the Brooklyn Bar(n) on St Marks Avenue, and Gorilla Coffee on 5th Avenue. Yes, they’re all in Park Slope, like I said I need to check out other areas…]














































































































































