New York, I think I’ll stay

I walked the Brooklyn Bridge, which should be number one on your list of things to do if you ever get to New York. It is amazing, the view on Manhattan is astonishing. And with a bit of sunshine, blue sky and white clouds, it’s wonderful.

I made lots of feathered friends on Pier 17. They loved me unconditionally. Because I had a blue berry muffin. How amazing is it to be able to sit outside in the sun for a while, watching the river, in the middle of November?

I also sat on Woody Allen’s bench and recreated one of the most beautiful scenes of his “Manhattan” in my head while I sat and watched Queensboro bridge.

I took the aerial tramway to Roosevelt Island and back.
“Aerial?” Davy said.
“Well it doesn’t look that high does it?”
So we stepped in. We got lifted over the yellow cabs, and over buildings and things suddenly got really small and we were hanging beside the bridge and I thought
“Aaaaaaah. This is high! This is too high!”
And I tried to reason myself into not being scared but it was too late, my legs had already turned into jelly. I am still afraid of heights.

I looked up “Serendipity3” the cafe from “Serendipity”, the lovely rom-com with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale. The cafe was closed (probably serendipity in itself) so I ended up having lunch in the Cinema cafe with Bogey and Ingrid on my table and on the walls.

I walked through Central Park in her fall coat and thought that the people who don’t understand why I am visiting New York in November should come over and watch this beauty of colours.

I sat next to a man in the cinema who laughed at the exact same things in the film as I did, also when no one else was laughing. A rare experience.

And this morning I slept a bit longer, turned on the telly from my bed, and there it was “Serendipity” with John Cusack, on my tv screen. I watched it, loved it even more and I need a really good reason to go back to London tomorrow.