Last summer, intersection of 23rd and 6th, a Russian cabbie and an Arabic cabbie, outside of their vehicles (which were blocking said intersection), screaming obscenities at one another in their native languages.
I had the feeling neither of them needed Google Translate.
When I was in Manhattan a few days ago, a tourist from the Midwest said to me “I’d heard these were enormous, but I didn’t believe it until I saw one for myself.”
What was he referring to?
In a fine bit of timing, I completed the Central Park to Battery Park walk just a few hours before the temperature dropped dramatically and three days of cold, hard rain began.
(To the uninitiated, Central Park is — logically — in the middle of Manhattan Island, and Battery Park is at the southern tip — as in “The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down’)
We ended at $1,172 (not counting the $780 my son collected up in Boston).
Starting point, Central Park. I could have gone inside the Park to take photos, but then I’d have found myself walking around and I had enough walking to do.
Working my way down Broadway (totally off-topic, if you’re interested in New York City history, this book is really good; I kept in in mind as I walked), I passed Time Square. The photos are NSFW (though you have to look at them pretty carefully), so they’re posted — with explanation — here.
And then five miles later, Battery Park
Okay, we’re not looking at a Pulitzer Prize for photojournalism here, but I figured I should post some visual record of the Walk.
Thanks again to everybody!
“Give Your Daughters Difficult Names” was spelled out in lights on the underside of the canopy covering the stairs leading up to Manhattan’s High Line. In other words, this took some serious work.
Nobody, though, was entirely sure what it meant (though it did serve as a conversation-starter among strangers, which if nothing else is a good thing).