Monday, April 25th -- HIGH LINE AND ROCKEFELLER CENTER...
OK, here we go ... south on the Number 1 Train to Columbus Circle where we change over to the C Train on the 8th Avenue Line, then head south to 14th Street... to Chelsea, a very agreeable neighborhood of urban renewal. It looks like a fine place to hang out! Our destination for this morning is The High Line!
The High Line ... an inspired (in our view) resurrection of an old discontinued elevated rail line which brought meat and produce into The City... now transforming into a funky aggregation of walkways, landscaped parks and edgy works of modern art! We head north on a 3-1/2 mile trek through a constantly changing landscape of emerging skyscrapers, carefully tended sculpture gardens featuring the hardy grasses that grew here during the rail line's years of abandonment, and cool places to sit and watch the changing scene ...
Always something to think about!
Here's an oddity....except for a few Buddhist monks, practically everyone we meet is speaking FRENCH! Sometimes, these folks are ambling along the path quite slowly and taking up quite a bit of space ... I am busy dodging around them ... I feel as if we are in France or Quebec ... not bad at all...just different ...
A photo shoot with an unknown theme ...
Celestial Being at Chelsea Marketplace near High Line ...
Uptown once more...to Times Square ... that crushingly crowded, insanely noisy nexus of streets and subway lines in midtown Manhattan ... it is certainly not one of our favorite places...but we frequently have to be here to get to where we wish to go ...the song of Times Square is sung fortissimo by jackhammers and the screaming sirens of ambulances ...
We walk across the Theater District...that gritty little region next to Times Square that is home to the best-of-the-best in the show business world ... we have show tickets for tomorrow and want to know where we are going ...
Listen to me, you cultureless clods! This work of art is NOT called Swimming Pool on its Side ... it is entitled Van Gogh's Ear and it is on display at the entrance to Rockefeller Center!
Bouts of high exhaustion are sometimes occasions of conflict between Goldilocks and me. I take us home to Phillips Club by way of Grand Central Station ... BAD mistake on my part! Goldilocks hates Grand Central more than she does Times Square! it is MEGA-CROWDED here as I feverishly seek that fabled oatmeal cookie of our previous visit ... Goldilocks is not amused and is seething! It is time to SPLIT as they say ... we do that immediately ... I treasure my well-being!
An Afternoon of Blissful Rest follows ... followed by an early dinner at Fiorello's across Broadway from Lincoln Center ... we dine outside in the early evening ... a youthful jazz group adeptly performs on the street nearby us ... the water we drink tastes like wine ... an Italian lady with a spectacularly beautiful face laughs at the next table ... we share a noble thin-crusted pizza topped with meat balls and short ribs ... we linger as elegant couples arrive for the opera at Lincoln Center ... life is good ...very good, indeed!
Herself in the Lincoln Center Courtyard.
Until next time ... stay well!!
Affectionately,
Baldy
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