And now, I was closing in on my last hours in New York City: Monday morning, Brian was about to head off to work; Dianna had gone off to her interview. I had a few hours to wander about the city on my own, before heading to the airport and back to the land of the bland.
Brian is such a sweet guy. He knows how easily I get lost, so he had me walk with him toward his work place, in part so he could point out the specific directions for me to walk to get to the places I wanted to check out before going to the airport.
And of course, we needed food! So we went to this little park on his way to work, Bryant Park, which has a dog park, benches, and good food:
The Shake Shack even had items on the menu for our 4-legged friends:
And fantastic burgers and shakes for the two-legged types:
It's a very pleasant park, in the middle of midtown New York City. I'll always remember it as a very serene moment, sitting on a park bench, looking around at the sky, the dog-walkers, the hint of spring, the buildings. . .
This is the "FlatIron building", considers NYC's first skyscrapers. I found this bit of trivia about the building on the web: " The building's cultural legacy is a little more interesting and has passed into the local social consciousness as a fable. It is said that the building created unusual eddies in the wind which would cause women's skirts to fly around as they walked on 23rd street. This attracted throngs of young men who gathered to view the barelegged spectacle. Police would try to disperse these knots of heavy-breathers by calling to them, "23 Skidoo." This phrase has passed out of common usage, but its descendant, the word "scram" remains in a back corner of the American lexicon."
Huh! Heavy-breathers. . .
And another shot of the Empire State Building. . .
By the way, there was a comment after a post the other day, in response to the picture of the "World's Smallest Store" and free advice. Go back and take a peek at it. I thought what anyone in my shoes would have thought, and sent my brother Robert a txt message asking him if he was messing with me.
He ignored me.
So I googled "The World's Smallest Store" and Parker is in fact the owner of the store! Here's an interesting news story about Parker and the store: http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2011/11/02/only-in-ny-worlds-smallest-store-on-christopher-street-is-big-on-character/ I'm very impressed with the contributions to plant trees.
So it looks like the offer of free advice is genuine! Think of the possibilities! I'm going to start accumulating my operating my Nikon SB800 flash questions now!