Always so much to do and so much fun to have. I went on my first guided subway tour a few Sundays ago. It was how we wrapped up a great long weekend in the city. Furm and I arrived Penn Station New York, Friday afternoon. We subwayed up into the 80s, worked our way across the park walking along the reservoir, and found our way through some city construction to enter the Cooper Hewitt Museum for the first time.
Those stairs at the Hewitt had some beautiful woodwork. When we could no longer ignore our hunger we found Mole Cantina Mexicana to satisfy it. We made our way downtown to our cozy digs at the Millennium. We gazed out the window like we did so many years ago at that PIT, those cranes, those men in hard hats, only now, there in front of us we could see right into the Oculus. We could see those white wings of peace spreading out from the contents of it’s commercial belly. We could see one of the fountain pool footprints behind it. The constant flow of water, life…an illusion, there right in front of us. One World Trade and the view of the Hudson as the sun goes down.
Saturday morning blew in frigid. By 11 we were meeting friends down at the TKTS Seaport, and by noon we were wondering around the Brooklyn Museum. OY HAS BEEN LOCATED AND PHOTOGRAPHED. YAYAYAYAY OYOYOYOYOY YAYAYAYAY.
I need to go back there and try again…Frida Khalo is on exhibit and it will be good to see her while she is here…and get a better OY hahahahahahhahhaha Someone needs to make a HA AH hahahahhaha .
The tickets we waited for were Come From Away. It was a great evening to share with friends. Wonderful story. Amazing performances. So meaningful to see this in NYC. Sad Scary Uplifting Loving. How a heart can ache and endure….
Another finger freezing evening but the Oculus at night is stunning and I must tolerate the cold and snap.
The highlight of the weekend comes on Sunday. Through NYCSocial.com we purchased tickets for a private Group Tour of Underground NYC (The Empire Beneath The Streets). Conveniently, not far from the Millenium we walk toward City Hall Park to meet our friends and guide at the 38 Park Row, Starbucks. We enter the subway…..
After a few rides on the line we end up in Grand Central, face to a wall, whispering, ear to a wall, listening…I love that fun little exercise and the story that goes with it about the sailor and his girl canoodleing only to be heard by another couple pretty much doing the same, across the hall, loving words murmured before he departs on his way to fight a war… Oh I wonder what words crawled up that crevice into the arches of the inner dome and down to the eager ears on the other side.
We depart Grand Central, moving under the ground to Penn Station where we emerge only to run down to the trains and all aboard one of those cool new double deckers….homeward bound.