Work has brought me to New York for the longest I’ve ever been. The weather has been unpredictable, though erring on spring. The food, lodging, and most other costs are high but soon to be reimbursed by my benefactors.
J and I were on the same flight out. We arrived late Friday night to find a man with a sign marked DAUM and long black Mercedes waiting for us. We rode quietly in the back of the quiet cabin, gawking at the night time view of the city from the Brooklyn Bridge. Immediately, San Francisco seemed as pondunk as Podunk.
Our hotel is in Tribeca. Besides the comfortable decor and delightful service, my room is full to a free snack bar and drink fridge. And the internet is free.
On Saturday morning, J and I walked across the Williamsburg Bridge to meet D and K for breakfast and a bike ride. We borrowed two sketchy abandoned bikes from their hall and took off south, hugging the waterline through Vinegar Hill, Dumbo and Red Hook. We turned back in Red Hook, passing through a massive Hasidic neighborhood and a blossoming street of brownstones to Prospect Park.
For dinner, we took the subway back and ate Southeast Asian.
Coolest garbage man in a ten block radius.
A pallet of carrots.
Flour and eggs.
The young graffiti artist.
Spontaneous liquor bottle disposal pit.
The well marked door to the underworld.
Crossing the Williamsburg.
Date Ape and Happy Feet browse the internet.
A powerful view without pier.
The aloof pussy.
Good Ol’ Domsey!
How many bikers does it take to fix a chain?
Classy bus shelter.
When you need workpant, you need Maferbo.
Abandoned admiral houses.
A charming storefront in Vinegar Hill.
A view in Dumbo.
The Manhattan Bridge.
Red Hook blocks.
Old street cars.
The end of the route.
Riding through brownstones.
On Sunday, we meet A for bagels and a walk on The High Line. For those unfamiliar with how NY serves you a bagel, imagine a delicious bagel slathered with a fist full of cream cheese and cut into sandwich like halves. Toast my bagel, please sir? Fogeddaboutit.
The alternate way of using an air mattress.
Special on foot longs.
J and A climb the stairs to The High Line.
Another park view.
Blossoms and lamp.
The largest apartment.
The eagle emerges.
The abandoned hospital.
Ramen from Momofuku Noodle Bar.
Made in Indiana.
The quietest spot in Chinatown.
Rubber of all sorts.
Sunset of New Jersey.
The table of a social butterfly.
The Hives, playing live.
Fit and finish.
Callinectes sapidus, AKA blue crab.
I’ve had fun wandering around, both pretending I live here and going on my solitary death marches. And despite a few busy days working during the week, I’ve tried to keep taking photos for an another excessive post.