I woke today feeling like we are actually on a holiday! The beautiful penthouse apartment we are staying in on the edge of the Hudson is a treat. I turned over in bed to catch the following view...
Even in my sleepy state, I grabbed my camera from my bedside table, snapped a quick shot, rolled over and went back to sleep to dream of the day ahead. After a long breakfast we headed out to visit Chelsea Markets. A quick ride on the subway and a walk amongst some beautiful Brownstones past some interesting graffiti....
and we arrived....
I was surprised at how beautifully decorated the markets were - very stylish indeed! I could have spent all day exploring the many food, clothing and flee stores.
And did I mention the spices?
After some meat pies for lunch from the Australian Pie Store we continued on to walk The High Line.
The High Line is a public park built on an historic freight rail line elevated above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side. It is owned by the City of New York, and maintained and operated by Friends of the High Line. Founded in 1999 by community residents, Friends of the High Line fought for the High Line’s preservation and transformation at a time when the historic structure was under the threat of demolition.
Poor Yasemin, with a terrible flu and fever, soldiered on. We were rewarded with amazing views and fabulous artworks along the beautiful walk.
We headed for home walking past the infamous Chelsea Hotel. This fantastic establishment has been the home of numerous writers, musicians, artists, and actors, including Bob Dylan, Virgil Thomson, Charles Bukowski, Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith, and Iggy Pop. Arthur C. Clarke wrote 2001: A Space Odyssey while staying at the Chelsea, and poets Allen Ginsberg, and Gregory Corso chose it as a place for philosophical and intellectual exchange. It is also known as the place where the writer Dylan Thomas was staying when he died of pneumonia on November 9, 1953, and where Nancy Spungen, girlfriend of Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols, was found stabbed to death on October 12, 1978. Last but not least one of my favorite painters, Brett Whiteley also lived in this hotel with his wife and daughter.
More Brownstones along our walk back to the Subway.
Another great day in the city that never sleeps. It is meant to snow all day tomorrow - I will believe it when it happens! Our plan is to explore the MOMA and keep the kids out of the cold.
After a roast chicken dinner, red wine and chocolate ice cream I put the kids to bed and admired the amazing view from the lounge with Garry.