Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn...

We were later out the door than we hoped today, but being up 24 hours takes it out of you.... 

We took the subway to Brooklyn Bridge, stopped off at a corner deli and grabbed some BLTs  and cheese on Rye, and headed off to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. 

First attempt was aborted whilst the hail stones pounded down - but people watching entertainment was first class standing under the bridge til it passed. 

What a walk; the views are amazing from all angles.    Cyclists are slightly frantic and you HAVE to stay away from them. 

From the lower end of Manhattan Island, we walked to the Memorial for the Twin Towers, and the World Tower.    I was completely overcome with grief standing at the first pool, the echos of the thousands who died bounced around my heart and tears just dropped from my eyes.      At the second pooll, i felt less sad, and was able to enjoy the beautiful monument they have created.     It was the strangest thing - we had to walk back past Tower One to get back to where we were heading and once more, i felt dragged down with grief. 

The boys were very perturbed for me. 

Once we walked away from them, I was fine. 

From there we took the underground a couple of blocks up, and then walked a further mile or so to Chelsea Market.  We queued for the loo, wandered round, contemplated lobster (have you watched people eating lobster - puts you right off); and opted for amazing Italian Pizza washed down with Craft beer.  (You can take the gal out of Brewdog, but you can't get the craft beer away from her)

From Chelsea Market, we climbed the stairs to the High Line.   A "linear parkway, built on what was a disused rail line".  We went one direction, and found a rather perturbing statue, which was surrounded by around 15 people all of whom were contemplating whether it was a statue or a man performing street art.    I had a good poke, and confirmed it was indeedy a statue, Himself slapped my hand when I went to check out the quality of his buttocks!

We walked the full length of the High Line -  by which time I had exceeded the 20,000 steps on my fitbit... we walked some more cause I wanted to find a red bus... but we couldn't find one, but we found a coffee shop; and sat down for a break. 

After a debate with a Bus Ticket Seller, we gave up on the idea of a bus, and headed back to the underground and headed uptown to Central Park, we bounded about the rocks, (when I say bounded, Boy bounded, a wobbled a lot, and howled, and demanded assistance, and changed direction about six times)... and then we started walking down the streets.... switching from Seventh, to Eighth, to Sixth, to Fifth, between blocks 59 to 39, where we settled in The Australian, and had a meal of Salmon, and Steak and Fish, finished with Tam-tam Sundae and Coffee... Oh oh - and my Hibiscus Cocktail.... with edible hibiscus. Oh it was lush. 

Then we walked another three blocks back to Grand Central, navigated the stairs, twice, climbed aboard the underground, performed a very, very complicated switch at Fulton Street, and then headed back to Utica Street.  

When we got back through the very dark streets, we couldn't get the door open, and we had to text Eddie the Sup.  How cool is  it to have a sup. I feel like I'm living an episode of Friends.  And Eddie was everything I expected a Sup to be 

:-)