22.05.2012 21 °C
Today started with a bloody battle against a tough bagel. I cut my finger with a knife. Paul had to go and get some antibiotic ointment and heavy duty plasters. When it stopped bleeding we were able to get on with the day.
Got the bus to Battery Park to get the ferry to see the Liberty and Ellis Islands. The City Pass once again minimized queuing but not by much. There was airport level security and long lines (lots and lots of people). I was rugged up, thinking it would be chilly on the water, especially after yesterday's temperature, but in fact it was rather humid and warm. We got a nice view of the Lady and really should have stayed on the boat to go straight to Ellis Island, but silly me thought it would be good to have a closer look. It really made no difference and we had to line up a long time to get back on the boat. Ellis Island was much better. Here we learnt about the immigrants arriving in the early part of last century. I can imagine that this would be more interesting if your ancestors were among these people. As it was, it was very well laid out and fewer people in the part we looked at, which was the registry area. This is where the immigrants'd arrived, were screened, detained, sent off into the other parts of the country. There were real life anecdotes which is always good to get an idea of how it really was. I thought it was very well presented.
We took the ferry back to Battery Park where there were some street performers doing a bit of breakdancing. They talked too much. After that we took the subway to Brooklyn in search of a different Macy's department store. We popped up street level in an area that was most certainly not a tourist zone! Everybody was black American or Hispanic with the whole shebang: bling, hairdos, nails, too tight (ladies) or too baggy (men) trousers, big heels, broad accents, bootleg CDs on sale on shifty tables on the sidewalk. I reckon I might have not looked too conspicuous on my own, but with Paul and his red beard we looked really out of place there. Anyway at Macy's I found a couple of bargains and then we took the subway back to our neck of the woods. On the way back to the apartment we stopped to eat dinner at Katz deli. It was very surprisingly without hordes of people. In fact it was not even half full. Paul had to have his pastrami sandwich with mustard and I had bagel with lox and cream cheese. Also we tried a couple of different knishes. Not convinced about these, they are way too stodgy. So in case anyone doesn't know why we had to go to this deli - it's because it is famous and old and had that famous scene from the movie "When Harry Met Sally".
Tomorrow is the last full day here. In hindsight, I think we should have explored smaller mueseums and galleries, and the local area instead of chasing a big ticket item like MoMA. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Anyone for whipped cream flavored vodka? Apparently that is available, it is advertised on TV. Adverts are interesting in foreign countries. Every little thing is interesting actually, like the little 3 wheeled cars the police use here and there. There are Park police, Harvard police, MIT police and police in unmarked cars that are so bombed out and old, that you get the fright of your life when they put on the blues and twos and gun it through the intersection you are about to cross.
Talking of gunning it, sometimes the Subway goes so fast you really understand the word "hurtle" in the purest sense. I saw a rat on the line yesterday. I wonder if they are deaf?
I heard "Englishman in New York" (by Sting) today.