Sunday was our last day in New York! We spent the day with my friend Tara and her husband and kids. Tara and I lived together in college and hadn’t seen each other since she visited Seattle in 2017. We met at Hudson yards and walked down the High Line, an elevated path along an old railway track surrounded by plants. The High Line didn’t exist when I lived here. I saw it when I visited a decade ago, but the whole northern half is new since then. Tara and Sean, who live in New Jersey and hadn’t been to New York since before Covid, kept commenting on how everything around it used to be just abandoned warehouses and was now filled with hip upscale condos, restaurants, and parks. We went to the Chelsea Market, saw an Afrofuturist art exhibit at a place called Artechouse, and went to a new park called Little Island, which is on top of a bunch of concrete mushrooms over the water. It was warm and sunny, and everywhere we went was crowded. Then we took the subway to Chinatown and had dinner at Uncle Lou, and had gelato in Little Italy, where the kids wanted their picture taken with the grinch.
After saying goodbye to our friends, we watched the sunset from the rooftop balcony at our hotel, then packed and went to bed early so we could catch a Lyft at 7:25am for an early flight home from JFK.
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