If you were a house guest for dinner and your hosts bring out their vacation slides and a their projector, this is where you beat a hasty retreat for the door. I will understand, but don't let it "hitcha where th' lord splitcha".
New York was a lot more hospitable than we were led to believe. They even went so far as to name a street in our honor with our name plastered all over the buildings and subway stops.
We stayed in the financial district but between walking, the subway and gawd-awful taxi rides (traffic, not drivers) we covered a good chunk of ground in a short period of time. Some of the sights are documented in the images that follow.
|The High Line Park|
|The Flat Iron on steroids.|
|Armed escort for the ferry.|
Well, all right then...it's playtime in the digital darkroom:
My favorite picture of the entire trip: