the High Line in the former meatpacking district (where fast-moving freight trains once moved perilously close to pedestrians) and where we were treated to interesting preserved remnants like this:
and scenery like this:
the Chelsea Market . . .
where we stumbled (which is about the only way to move forward cause there were SO many people) into an exhibit of hand made items, like this bicycle:
and this bicycle (why yes, that is bamboo):
and this rather odd (yet strangely intriguing) collaborative thing that included a human vertebrae:
Yesterday was The Skyline and all sorts of architecture that just sorta’ puts you in your place:
and the Clement Clarke Moore Park on the campus where Stacy attended Seminary:
and stoops (New York’s first cousin to the front porches of The South) that invited us to come sit a spell:
There were rides on the subway in buses and in taxis . . . but not on any farm equipment like the front-end loader that passed us as we walked along Madison Avenue:
And then we came home to Annie (who had her legs crossed cause it takes a mighty long time for people to see so much):
It was another gloriously good day.
But you knew that.
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