Today was a real tourist day. We caught the Big Bus, sat on the open top deck and took and took in the sights of NY. The modern skyline and the beautiful old buildings.
We spent some time at Ground Zero. A poignant time, especially for Gray, who as a child went up the Twin Towers. A wonderful touch, a rose is put on the name of those who died on their birthday. Gray conceded to one shopping center, Westfield, absolutely beautiful, the girls would have platzed. We did Wall Street and walked the streets of central NY.
In the afternoon we took a boat cruise around NY. First stop was the Statue of Liberty, a must for all tourists. Two and a half hours later we were awed by the enormity of this city, not all of it pretty, we cruised passed the Projects and the Bronx. I was surprised by the number of bridges connecting the islands and Burroughs.
On the way home we spent some time in Times Square. Madness reigned on this late Saturday afternoon. People coming and going from the theatre, shops and restaurants.
We were on the waiting list for dinner at 11 Madison Park, unfortunately we didn’t get in, or rather fortunately as Gareth would have given up everything to fly over to join us for a meal at his dream restaurant. Our alternative was a wonderful Italian near our hotel. We felt hopelessly underdressed, I hadn’t brought heels and Gray didn’t have a jacket. Oh well, once I was seated no one saw my feet anyway. The food was glorious, I had the ‘shrimp’ starter, which turned out to be 3 giant prawns.
By now, we were finished and the jet lag wasn’t helping. Bed had never been so welcoming.
We spent some time at Ground Zero. A poignant time, especially for Gray, who as a child went up the Twin Towers. A wonderful touch, a rose is put on the name of those who died on their birthday. Gray conceded to one shopping center, Westfield, absolutely beautiful, the girls would have platzed. We did Wall Street and walked the streets of central NY.
In the afternoon we took a boat cruise around NY. First stop was the Statue of Liberty, a must for all tourists. Two and a half hours later we were awed by the enormity of this city, not all of it pretty, we cruised passed the Projects and the Bronx. I was surprised by the number of bridges connecting the islands and Burroughs.
On the way home we spent some time in Times Square. Madness reigned on this late Saturday afternoon. People coming and going from the theatre, shops and restaurants.
We were on the waiting list for dinner at 11 Madison Park, unfortunately we didn’t get in, or rather fortunately as Gareth would have given up everything to fly over to join us for a meal at his dream restaurant. Our alternative was a wonderful Italian near our hotel. We felt hopelessly underdressed, I hadn’t brought heels and Gray didn’t have a jacket. Oh well, once I was seated no one saw my feet anyway. The food was glorious, I had the ‘shrimp’ starter, which turned out to be 3 giant prawns.
By now, we were finished and the jet lag wasn’t helping. Bed had never been so welcoming.
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