On The High Line
The High Line Park is a cool idea. They converted an old stretch of elevated train tracks into a garden. Right now you can check it out starting from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District up to 20th Street between 10 and 11 avenues. Really nice, especially in the evening (because you can look into rich folks' apartments, too.)
When you think you've seen all of New York's parks.
Work in progress--the walk was blocked at the south end for construction.
In East Harlem!
Snuck out of The Mission for a little bit and headed out to New York City. Had a great Sunday, hanging out with friends in Brooklyn. I rented a bike and pedaled like hell, across the Brooklyn Bridge and back. 5th Ave, Park Ave, Central Park, Broadway--good riding. Kinda looking forward to going back to S.F., even though NY has really been my favorite city, at least until now. Also it's the city where the tagline originated (here's looking at you, Anu.)
"That's not the Brooklyn Bridge", a tourist said, with authority.
A Brooklyn Bride. Or maybe an Upper West Side Bride.
It is what it is.
Like a lot of times in NYC, you just bump into things.
Bottomless Samovar
There's this thing we have, called "tipaton tiistai". Honoring that long-lasting (one week) tradition (two guys), we decided to head out to Zen Valley for some tea. People taking shelter from the rain; windows fogging up; sipping mint tea.
Da.