I’ve never spent more than a couple of days at a time in New York City. It’s a shame, really, as I grew up about four hours drive from it, and in the US that’s really not a big deal. Get stuck in traffic on your way to work both in the morning and on your way home and you could be in your car for four hours a day. But I digress.
I have friends from University that moved there and swear by it. I have friends from Los Angeles from there and they miss it. And also friends from LA who have moved there and never looked back. And you know what?
I could be one of them.
During the summer, NYC is a hot, muggy cesspool of taxis and tourists. Expect sold out tickets and long queues at the major sites. If you plan ahead, you can be on Liberty Island looking up and the newly reopened Lady and walking up her 393 staired skirt. Or, if you are like us, you can buy tickets to the Island only, and then miss it because of a terrible night’s sleep.
And besides, at temps in the high 90s – do you want to be inside a big, metal lady with hundreds of your closest tourists?
Instead we spent a wonderful afternoon in the crowded yet air conditioned MoMA. So. Worth. It.
Here’s a photographic essay of my NYC starting with two panoramas taken from Hoboken, NJ:
And then moving on to the big city itself:
With familiar sights:
Finally, after walking many blocks from our midtown hotel to MoMA, we have air conditioned, art-tastic lift off:
Inspired, I go black and white, courtesy of the function of my Olympus Pen.
See? Flatiron building from below:
Our mission after a fulfilling midday art viewing was lunch at Eataly. What’s Eataly, you ask? Only a little slice of Italian heaven by way of uber celeb chefs who shall be named in the next photo essay of NYC entitled: Eataly is super tasty, go there and have some gelato, already!
Art, paninis, gelato and siesta. Best. Holiday. Ever?