Monday, November 17, 2014

July 5, 2014 (a lesser known happy day)

One of the main things I wanted to do in New York this time around was wander through Brooklyn. I had specific suggestions from friends and strangers I admire alike and many of them would be found across the East River from Manhattan. Ready for some views from the Brooklyn Bridge? Too bad if you're not! 

As soon as we found our way from Newark to NYC we walked across the bridge, heading for the Brooklyn Bridge Park. This was the park where I hoped to watch the fireworks the day before but discovered we would have had to camp out there all day to even get a chance to watch from there. When we walked along it we saw all the happy remnants of the previous days occupants strewn everywhere. 

We walked along, hoping to chance on some street vendors for breakfast but with no such luck we began the trek into Brooklyn Heights to scrounge up what would now have to be brunch. That's when we found Clark's. Yum. Brooklyn Heights is awesome. I would definitely live there. Probably couldn't afford it but it would be nice. 

This next set of photos is from a shop I've wanted to visit for over three and a half years. Catbird, I love thee. I didn't buy anything this time but their style is something I would love to own and be able to just have on the next street over in case I was so inclined (and had several extra dollars to spare (or a hundred...ha)).

Next stop, the free Staten Island Ferry for a far-away tour of the Statue of Liberty and a panoramic view of the city:

That's it for New York, folks. Last tip: try out Hamburgao in Newark if you're ever there. Seriously, hands down my favorite burger ever.  Better than Tom Wahls, better than Bill Gray's, better than Five Guys and even better than, dare I say it, In-N-Out! It's true. It was wonderful. The End. Farewell til next time, NYC.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

July 4, 2014, New York City

America! I love America. I also love New York. Possibly as much as Paris. I'm not sure yet. I need a few more visits to be positive. I definitely enjoyed getting around easier with the English signs everywhere we went. That was nice. But on to some New York. First, a little Central Park on the way to the Met:

The Metropolitan Museum seemed like a good place to start since the entrance fee is negotiable and we are definitely into "close-to-free" if not, entirely free so in we went. We were hit smack dab in the face with patriotic works of art.

The day was a very rainy one, I was worried about the fireworks that night, but in the meantime we kept ducking into museums to hide from the downpours. I didn't think that I was interested in the Museum of Modern Art until we looked up major works in it while we ducked into their lobby to decide (yes, Art History at Roberts failed me, or rather, I didn't internalize the insane amount of flash cards I made and studied for three years...ugh). As soon as I read the words "Starry Night" my mind was set on getting in. We immediately bough tickets and walked up the steps, bound for Van Gogh. 


Fitting, and I didn't even realize that this was the chapstick I brought.

Arriving at the firework viewing location, we found it was already packed. We ended up standing for about three hours by the time the fireworks were over. Honestly though, it was worth it. What a production! I'm glad we stood where we did, the view was great and it was easy to get to and from it. Oh! I almost forgot, it may not really be of interest to the masses but this story is not something I want to forget in the long term, which is a huge problem of mine. Story! Here we go. 

Because of all the rain, Chris and I both had umbrellas on us. Chris had his trusty navy umbrella that followed us all through Europe and I had the cute frilly floral monstrosity that I got in the UK. Luckily mine was small enough to hide tuck into my purse because when we got to the entrance to the viewing area for the fireworks we found policemen taking all umbrellas and storing them in big cardboard boxes. I suppose they have to maximize the viewing opportunities but I saw Chris' face when he had to drop our travel-weary umbrella into that box and I knew I would look for it on the way out (their suggestion when we asked about getting it back). On the way out of the area, heading for the subway, we moved like cattle with the masses and then I saw people ducking to the side and crouching down and realized they'd found the umbrella pile. I even saw several women hustling quickly away holding several small umbrellas (obviously not all their own). I dove in. Moments later my eye caught a broken string, would into a tiny loop in an attempt at usefulness. Like a viper going in for the kill, my hand cut through the other reaching arms and grabbed it up. Umbrella recovered! Chris never smiled so big.

Six seconds of waterfall fireworks is all I got. But it's worth it isn't it! 

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