New York is:
exciting, crowded, bewildering, dirty, cool, crowded, sophisticated, rude (honestly lady, you can move your pack so I have an extra millimetre or so of room), awe-inspiring, crowded, smelly, easy to get around, impossible to get around, tall, magical, crowded (but not in SoHo), frantic, impossible – exciting.
And we went with Martha, and met lovely Lily for ‘Friday Margeuritas,’ which I feel might best not become a Sprigge fixture…
Funny moments: when the man on the subway told John that Houston in NYC is pronounced House-ton, when after 34 years he had, for the first time, pronounced it Hews-ton (rather than Hoos-ton, which makes my teeth grind).
Anyway. Here we are:
outside the Metropolitan museum (you can see serious walking in NYC on Facebook). Some of what we saw there:
(the wonderful El Greco. The tear on the face of the Madonna).
Us again, now at the other Met to watch Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet:
The site of the World Trade Centre: 3,000 people died on 9/11. How many have died since then, as a direct or indirect result? The footprints of the original buildings make up two of the deepest man-made fountains, lives sucked into the earth, by water not fire.
We stayed in SoHo (south of Houston – don’t read out loud…):
The High Line park is on the track of an old abandoned elevated railway – a wonderful green space, a long lazy Saturday walk (http://www.thehighline.org/visit), a great Olaf Eriasson scheme called ‘the collectivity project’ (see http://olafureliasson.net/archive/artwork/WEK100711/the-collectivity-project), a lego-building constantly-changing sculpture (yes the guy who did ‘the weather project’ at the Tate Modern (http://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/unilever-series-olafur-eliasson-weather-project)):
And finally, a sign that made me laugh out loud (we didn’t submit to temptation)(on either front):