This morning we allowed ourselves a little sleep in. Walking in this big city is hard work.
We had coffee and made our way to the start of the High Line. We thought we’d call into the Whitney Museum – but it was closed. So as we waited for our friends to arrive we watched the passing parade.
Even in this big city people like their dogs. All types of people were out walking and it was difficult to walk the street. There are some very big dogs living in what I’m sure are quite small apartments.
Bill and Betty arrived, the weather was perfect and we set off. Thank goodness dogs aren’t allowed on the Highline. It’s crowded enough without dodging leashes.
It’s a really pleasant walk, although our New York friends are not as embracing about its existence. They were a little against all the fundraising with locals to get something that is essentially for tourists. But I loved it.
It’s interesting to walk along above street level and see some of the great buildings in the city. New York is constantly changing some amazing new building designs.
You may be able to see the sign behind Bill. It’s about Galapagos where we all met!
The gardens, as you walk along the curved and angled walkways are quite beautiful. We spoke to a few volunteers, including a mum with her young baby strapped to her. Where would the world be without volunteers?
There are apartment blocks sitting next to the walk track. How could you relax with so many people nearby? Thank good it is closed at dusk!
This amazing apartment block was designed by British architect Zara Hadid.
The High Line is a 1.45-mile-long elevated linear park, greenway and rail trail. It was created on a former New York Central Railroad spur on the west side of Manhattan in New York.
By now it was warm and Betty and Bill were the only keen swim trekkers ready to have a swim. So off to Brighton beach near Coney Island.
It was quite a trek, but troopers Lynn and Lois drove us out through Brooklyn to the beach.
I can only imagine how crowded it gets in summer.
We found a carpark and made it past all the Russian restaurants filled with Russians eating and drinking. You could forgiven for thinking it was St Petersburg.
The beach is wide and the sand almost white. There were a few walkers and mums and bubs. But no swimmers. Bill and Betty braved the cool water and in they went.
Coney Island in the background.
They swam for about 15 mins and the current was super strong. What champions.
By the time we left the beach storm clouds had gathered and we knew we needed to get back to Manhattan. Lois (who is over 79!) drove us back. The rain poured, the thunder rumbled , the wind blew and Lois chattered like there was no problem. It got crowded on the road and about an hour later we arrived back at our air bnb. Exhausted.
An hour or so to recover and off to dinner with Jordan and Rob to Carbone at a very up market Italian restaurant.
A lovely night with the newlyweds.