Last weekend, I hopped the train to NYC for a few days. It was a solo trip to unplug and feel at home again in the sites, sounds and smells of the city. If you know, you know. Things were a bit out of sorts early on as I forgot that the NYC Marathon was that day, something I was reminded of the closer I got to Central Park up the west side. By the end of the evening, things were falling into a place again.
Heading uptown.
While I saw the Reeves / Winter performance of Waiting for Godot a few weeks back, I couldn’t help but snap a few shots along the way, can’t pass up a chance to photo the Great Ones. Was able to cut between streets at the Minskoff Theatre before chilling at the Worldwide Plaza for a few minutes to enjoy the sun.
Heading downtown
Not long after, I discovered the marathon. Hats off to all that participated, hell of an accomplishment. While it did prevent me from hitting my destination, it was hard to be too upset at it. Took a train back to 34th to settle into the hotel before heading further downtown to visit the Leica store in Meatpacking, always a good (and potentially hella expensive) time. Meatpacking is always a dope place to hang and a street or two always seems to be blocked from motor traffic. It was then that I stumbled into the Little Island, a thing I knew nothing about, at the perfect time of day.
To dinner
Took the train uptown to grab some of my favorite pizza from Don Antonios on 50th. Had my margherita and a glass of Chianti before heading back to the hotel and calling it a night. Turned out to be a solid day.
