I did this once before, in the spring of 2015.
This trip is a little longer; 2 nights in NYC, and 3 nights in the Hudson River Valley. And Jenny moved to the Bronx.
I flew on American from Madison to Charlotte NC – their new hub. We had to walk across the tarmac, like how it was years ago when we flew to Raleigh-Durham on the way to visit Mark’s parents in Pinehurst. I was thinking that maybe the Charlotte airport wasn’t quite up to being an American hub, then I found that it was just that my flight came in on the older and most remote E concourse. And I realized how big CLT really is when I had to sprint from B4 to E19 on the way home. My flight from New York was late, and the one to Madison on time.
On Thursday I went to the Met, and wandered in Central Park, and had a glass of Prosecco at the Carlyle.
On Friday, I went to the MoMA – which I’ve decided is a terrible place to see art, too many people jostling you, and cutting you off, obliviously. I walked back to the upper west side through Central park again, and had really good Pad Thai for a late late lunch at 5:00, and then Jenny and I went to Warpaint.
15,000+ steps on both my NYC tourist days.
On Saturday morning we walked around in Jenny’s neighborhood in the Bronx, Riverdale. Evidently the Kennedys lived there for awhile when JFK was a child, in a big white mansion on the same street as Jenny’s more modest apartment building. But that’s the cool thing about Riverdale – there’s a wide variety of homes. We spotted something truly un-explainable on the sidewalk, not too far from the playground of one of the many synagogues in Jenny’s neighborhood, and because it was Saturday, there were quite a few kids there. Number 21 in the slideshow.
We had coffee and breakfast sandwiches at a Starbucks, cooling off from our walk, and then drove to the Upper West Side. I stashed my bags at the shop, and hung out in the Amsterdam Ave. NYPL until it was time to cab down to Penn Station and get the train to Rhinecliff.
In the Hudson Valley, we went to Olana, the home of Hudson River School painter Frederick Church. And Rach worked out a braided style for me to wear to Al’s wedding.
I had a couple of “only in the big city experiences”: On my first day, when I was at the Carlyle about 2/3 of the way through my first glass of Proseco, my bartender started making noise about how he was leaving soon. I took that as my cue to order another drink, so I did and closed out my tab. The resulting pour was HUGE, so I must’ve done the right thing. And #21 in the slideshow.