Swarming

The first thing I always have to get used to in New York is the crowds.

Black-Friday-grade density on the High Line circa 4:00 p.m., May 22, 2017.

Our flight and trip into the city were without incident, though we had to get our cabbie turned around when he went the wrong way coming out of the Lincoln tunnel. 

Our hotel is pretty cool. Thick with hipsters, lined up out the door for the coffee at the Intelligentsia bar (no, I'm not making this up). 

Our room is a typical New York hotel room in that it is very small (200 sq. ft.) and heavily appointed with things to eat and drink: a crammed minibar; a tray of snacks on the desk, and a fine selection of spirits on top of the console holding the minibar and the two small drawers (one with an iron in it) that are the only space available to put clothes.

We got here about ten to four in the afternoon. According to the weather report, this is the only nice day we'll have the whole time we are here, so we made a bee line for the High Line just one block from here. It was swarming with people, I would say about 80% of which were from out of town. 

But, it was a beautiful afternoon. We strolled to the south end, grabbed a very expensive bite to eat, climbed back on the High Line and walked to the north end, where it slopes down to W 34th Street. 

The original plan, once we'd gotten to the north end, was to turn around and walk south on the High Line to the 20th Street exit. But, I couldn't face the mob again. 

We walked back to the hotel along 10th Ave.

Thanks for reading!

Karen