Ever so slightly can you see the Manhattan skyline peek out from the shadows. I waited a long time for the sunshine on this day.
I go to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade all the time. It’s on my way home each day and it gives me a generally-calm place to appreciate my life.
Here we see Millennials posing for what are likely to be Instagram or Snapchat stories in the shadow of the Empire State Building.
Ball jars of candy sprinkles line the windows of Magnolia Bakery in the West Village. A tourist destination because of Sex and the City, Magnolia doesn’t feel like a “local” place – I always see skinny girls in stilettos outside, which no one who lives in the city would do – but it’s good and it’s pretty.
As a Wisconsin native who enjoys the Milwaukee Art Museum’s Calatrava-designed Quadracci Pavilion, I was pleased to hear the same architect, Santiago Calatrava, would design a new transit hub at the World Trade Center. It’s as if a little reminder of home is always there for me.
Some uninspired people have likened Oculus to a turkey carcass.
From my outside-looking-in vantage point, you can see the arched lines reflecting upon themselves inside, while Lower Manhattan behind me shows itself in the window.
Sixteen years after 9/11, the St. Nicholas National Shrine at the World Trade Center finally re-emerges.
The fall of the Berlin Wall and Germany’s reunification has always fascinated me, and now I can visit a part of it any old time I want.
A portion of the Wall is available for viewing in Battery Park near the mall. Apparently four more locations in the city house their own sections.
More life goals.
This whole scenario is so inspirational to me: a French Bulldog (one of three joyous pups) in baby jogger.
This window across from Madison Square Park suggests we “kiss French” and “eat Italian.” Okay.
It took me about six years to finally check out the Chelsea Flea Market. I had become accustomed to the Brooklyn Flea, which, while wonderful(ish), has become too precious with all the hipsters and babies (and hipster babies).
If you want a market that never refers to anything as “artisan,” this one is for you.
Dogs are everywhere in the city, especially (I think) the more residential areas of Brooklyn. This guy watched me through the window of a coffee shop while I texted with a friend.
He left before I could pet him.