Saturday, 25 May 2013

New York Part One: Spring Fling

Spring in New York is magic. New green leaves, tulips and blossoms everywhere. That spring feeling that hangs in the air when people have been held to ransom by a cold, dark winter and suddenly the days are sunny and warm. The city's green spaces overflow with people eating their very glamorous salads, exuding that general feeling of well-being that comes from lazing about under a clear, blue sky.




This was our best trip ever. When you've been to New York, you come back changed, somehow. There is an energy there that makes you feel like you are part of something so much bigger than your ordinary life. It truly is an incredible place.

The husband is a fabulous travelling companion. An uncanny sense of direction, and an absolute passion to make the most of every single moment, to really experience and live in a place. Of course, there are drawbacks to this: running approximately 65 blocks down Bleecker Street to get to the starting point of our pizza walking tour on time, being dragged most unwillingly through the modern art museums and 2000 photos of the trip which is why I am only posting this now. A note on the photos: he was mostly in charge of the camera since buildings and cities are his thing. All photos with blossoms, leaves, tulips and other green things were taken by me. About 5 in total.

After the second day of spending approximately 12 hours on our feet, we were no longer walking with our thighs at a forty five degree angle to our calves. Our travelling legs kicked in, and I was on a mission to completely wear through my pumps before the week was up. Poor Rob. He has learnt from bitter experience that I get very unhappy when I'm tired. Or hot. Or hungry, for that matter. When I brightly offered to take the camera bag from him and carry it for a while, he stared at me. For quite a long time. And then went on to explain, in a very gentle voice, that if he has learned one thing from all our prior travels, it is this: that when it comes to me, a bagless traveller is a happy traveller. Ah. So true. I do love this man.

In no particular order, a glimpse of our experiences.

Museum of Natural History. When you live in Africa, the only thing you really need to see in the Hall of African Mammals is the herd of elephants in the middle of the room. We skipped the rest and headed straight for the fossils and other good stuff.






MoMa and the Guggenheim were next on our list. Well, Rob's list anyway. I am no lover of modern art. But the thing is, I always find something - one thing - that I like. In this case, a photography exhibition. Not so much the frayed orange canvas sheet tacked to the wall, worth a zillion dollars. Also not the plain white art canvas that people were taking photos of. I wanted to invite them home, into my study - where I have three plain white canvases, the result of an art project that has yet to get off the ground. Step right up, folks!

Our one rainy day in New York was spent at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Paintings, sculptures, creaky wooden floors and hushed voices. Absolutely beautiful and on my Highly Recommended list. If art and creaky floors are your thing.







We strolled through Central Park on a balmy Sunday afternoon, soaking it all in. The melting pot of nature, humanity, hot-dog vendors and skateboarding bull terriers. We laughed out loud (from sheer relief?) when we were nearly killed by a rickshaw careening past us: the look on the passengers' faces was priceless. Even we weren't sure they were going to get out of it alive. 


 Hatbrim photo bomb




Our third night there, we went on a harbour cruise to check out the city skyline by night. It was freezing. I sat inside and looked through the windows, checking on Rob every now and then to make sure he hadn't frozen to death. The end result of that 2-hour cruise? About 600 photos and one elated, kinda frostbitten architect.



 World's first neon sign. In case you wanted to know.



To end: in order to officially celebrate our anniversary in style, we booked a table at The House, in Gramercy Park. Turns out it was just down the road from our apartment, so we took a slow New York stroll on a brisk New York night. The cocktail almost knocked me out (and had me clutching onto chairs to stop myself falling over on the way out) but the food and the service were perfect. Totally worth the price, which was roughly equivalent to that of a small island.

That's part one, folks. Stay tuned for more...

1 comment:

Nathalie Williams said...

LOVE IT! Standing by with baited breath for the next episode. :-)