I woke up in New York City which was slightly surreal as 6pm last night I was in London and two days before that I was in Melbourne. Stayed at the airport which was super comfortable and much more sensible that trying to get in to Manhattan in the dark. I am usually not that sensible, but so relieved that I was for once. Caught the bus to Jamaica and then then the incredibly efficient Long Island Rail Road to Penn. I had caught sight of the news at the hotel before I left but wasn’t expecting the NYC pandemonium that was prompted by explosive devices being delivered to ex-presidents and Time Warner.
I didn’t particularly want to be caught up in exploding devices in NYC so naively thought I was better above ground. I dropped my case at Amtrak, bought a ticket to Newark New Jersey and headed to the wonderful park on the freight line above the West Side. It was a lovely day, and I walked from West 34th right down around 11th. It is the most fantastic public park but oh so much more as an outdoor art gallery and amazing design space. I had a great day stopping and sitting, people watching, and hanging over the barriers of the overlooks down through the Meat Packers district. Dorothy Iannone’s fantastic Statue of Liberty street art, as an ode to Lazarus’s poem, was a very cool edition.
Sleeping under the stars 