Our street on the Upper West Side. Manhattan was a study in contrasts: heat wave, air-conditioning blast; subway heat/noise/crowds hell, Central Park Ramble shade/birdsong/open space heaven; inexpensive meals at the apartment, pricy meals out; lovely conversations with native New Yorkers, S getting yelled at on the subway; goingdoingseeing, restingwaitingstaying.
We stayed very close to the Museum of Natural History, which is the first in a short series of Holden Caulfield sites for my students.
Next up: Rockefeller Center:
And last, ducks in Central Park:
Looking back at the San Remo apartment building on Central Park West. We walked past it every day on our way to the subway.
In Shakespeare’s Garden.
I was impressed by all the runners and cyclists using Central Park in the August heat. We brought our running shoes and clothes, but I didn’t go running once–that goes on the list for another visit.
Something Rotten on Broadway was a hit with everyone. Amidst the humor, catchy songs, clever allusions, and showstopping dance numbers, it’s a thought-provoking exploration of what a marriage is.
Beautiful St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Fifth Avenue.
My favorite skyscraper: The Chrysler Building.
English teacher grin.
The kids were more excited to sit down and read in NYC’s libraries than nearly anything else.
Cool Lego lion downstairs in the children’s section.
K, B, and I toured Juilliard (fun to see where so many talented people have studied, including my aunt C) and then sauntered over to the Met Opera House.
Laundry dropped off at the neighborhood cleaners: done, folded, and ready for pick-up after a day of us being out and about.
We made our way to Chelsea Piers and then boarded the 1920s-style yacht Manhattan II for an architecture tour around the entire island of Manhattan. Narrated by a delightful member of AIANY, this was one of our favorite experiences.
One World Trade Center (at a deliberate 1,776 feet tall, the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere).
The Empire State Building, among others of interest, as seen from the Hudson. Right about here was where Captain Sullenberger landed his plane.
Last day in NYC: thunderstorm; the Guggenheim’s soft white curves.