We decided to take the East River Ferry back from Dumbo to Long Island City, which was a really great choice. I absolutely love being on the water, and it gave us a great opportunity to take photos of views of the city which we might not have seen otherwise.
On one particularly rainy looking day in New York, we decided to head over to MoMA for some arty tourism. We got a little lost on the way there, because I am incapable of understanding the seemingly simple road layout of Manhattan. I had great difficulty in remembering which streets and avenues I was meant to be heading for – strange how it became such an issue when numbers were involved – I normally have a very good sense of direction. Anyway, with the help of a kind businessman, we found the museum.
I love a trip to the seaside, so when I discovered Coney Island and Brighton Beach in New York, I knew we had to go. I was promised a fairground, hotdogs and some Russians, which sounded too good to miss!
I don’t really like looking like a tourist. Something of a problem when you’re standing outside the Empire State Building, feeling cornered into paying for optional extras on your trip to the top, when all you want to do is slink off to the normal queue and not have to deal with Michael, the most enthusiastic man alive, and while your boyfriend is no use at all, because he has been rendered partially deaf by the flu.
Inner city flea markets always intrigue me – I love the juxtaposition of the simple stalls and the skyscrapers. We discovered Hell’s Kitchen flea market by accident while walking around and were not disappointed. We spent a happy hour wandering around the stalls, feeling a bit sad that we couldn’t really justify buying anything too large and shipping it back home.