A few months ago, my husband and I spent a wonderful weekend without the kids in New York City. Although it had just snowed there and the weather was colder than at home in Minneapolis, we had a fantastic time exploring the amazing different neighborhoods, restaurants and culture of the Big Apple.
One place I’d heard about that I desperately wanted to see was the High Line. I’d read about it in a travel magazine on an airplane months ago and thought it sounded like a really interesting concept. The High Line is a 1.45 mile-long elevated park built on an old railroad line called the West Side Line. Jetting high above the city, beginning in Hell’s Kitchen and traversing through Chelsea Market and other neighborhoods, this tree-lined urban walkway is rather amazing.
Despite the rainy cool weather, my husband and I grabbed our umbrella and our hats and began walking from our hotel in Central Park towards Hell’s Kitchen. There were plenty of unique shops, restaurants and cafes along the way (yet I was stunned to notice that there was a Starbucks on almost every block!) and we took our time wandering.
I love New York City as I’m constantly seeing something new, interesting or different. People watching is one of my favorite pastimes and there is no better place to people watch than in a huge, urban jungle like New York. Despite the terrible weather, everyone was outside enjoying the day and even the High Line trail was busy.
It was late March and there was really no sign of spring at all. Not even a single bud. Yet the photos of the High Line came out rather cool despite the lack of greenery that I can imagine explodes in the summer.
With map in hand, we found the High Line and climbed up the steps to get a bird’s eye view of the city. I had never seen anything like it before. It is pretty cool.
There are still some reminders of the trail line that used to pass through here. For some reason, I liked how they left the tracks there beneath the shrubs.
Finally we reached Chelsea Market and it was good timing because it started to pour rain. It was time to head inside to one of New York City’s finest indoor markets and see what other goodies they had in store for us.
It was pretty cool! If only we had more time and didn’t already have dinner plans.
Perhaps I got a little carried away with taking photos but in my opinion New York City is a photographer’s dream. It is also a wonderful place for foodies. Every meal we had was heaven.
The High Line is a public park built on a historic freight rail line elevated above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side. It runs from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District to West 34th Street, between 10th and 12th Avenues.
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