We hit NYC running on Saturday. After checking into our hotel, we headed out into the concrete jungle. We planned to walk through Times Square to the High Line, which would take us to the West Village, which is where I’d heard I was most likely to see a celebrity. Unfortunately, none were spotted. But we had fun exploring and looking anyway.
I may not have seen any famous people, but I saw where a lot of them have been. Our hotel was right around the corner from The Late Show.
Times Square looks a little different when it’s not December 31st.
My coworker who used to live in New York City suggested we give the High Line a try as a way to see some of the city.
From the web site:
The High Line is a public park built on a historic freight rail line elevated above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side. It runs from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District to West 34th Street, between 10th and 11th Avenues.
There is this seating area up over a street where people can sit and rest or have a snack or just watch the cars go by underneath.
Toward the end, they have some food vendors so we got some Mexican food.
Just after that little pavilion, there was a wet area for people to dip their toes in or kids to stomp their feet in.
We took the subway back from the West Village and popped into our hotel for a bit. The McHusband had a refreshment while spying on the city below.
Then he invited me to join him (in the spying, not the refreshment).
Our plan at this point was to see the World Trade Center Memorial and get some dinner so we headed to the subway to take a train.
The McHusband took some pictures as we approached the site and saw the new building.
And from the memorial side:
We saw the pools that were built where the original towers stood.
THE MEMORIAL will remember and honor the nearly three thousand people who died in the horrific attacks of February 26, 1993, and September 11, 2001. The Memorial will consist of two massive pools set within the footprints of the Twin Towers with the largest manmade waterfalls in the country cascading down their sides. They will be a powerful reminder of the Twin Towers and of the unprecedented loss of life from an attack on our soil.
The names of the nearly 3,000 individuals who were killed in the September 11 attacks in New York City, Pennsylvania, and at the Pentagon, and the February 1993 World Trade Center bombing will be inscribed around the edges of the Memorial pools.
From the Memorial, we headed to where you can catch a ferry to the Statue of Liberty. The McHusband made a friend on the way.
Dinner that night was at Mad Dog & Beans. We figured we couldn’t go wrong with (more) Mexican.
We sat outside in sort of an alley between buildings. There were lots of other people doing the same.
It cooled off quite a bit that night so the McHusband and I were chilly and in a rush to get back to the hotel. In fact, we were in such a rush that he jumped on the subway before I could scoot in behind him and the train took off without me. I took the next train but what I didn’t know is we were going the wrong way. Luckily the McHusband figured that out, got off at the next stop, and pulled me out of the train so we could get on the one going the right direction. Phew, crisis averted!
So happy to see our hotel.
Day 3’s next!