“A trip to New York is incomplete without a visit to the High Line“… or so we’d been told and seeing as we’d never been before, we decided to go check out this claim for itself.
The High Line starts in the Meatpacking district of Manhattan and carries on to West 34th Street.
It’s essentially a linear park that runs above street levels and offers a different perspective on New York’s busy streets.
It’s also a great location for a photo or two.
People watching from up here definitely takes on a whole new meaning.
Notice the dog in the photo above?
Well for almost 5 minutes that dog didn’t move a single muscle (yes, I stared at this for almost 5 minutes) and I originally thought it was some piece of art/taxidermy to go with the graffiti running down the stairs.
Once it moved, I kinda realised I’d read far too much into it. Thank goodness I didn’t start spewing some mindless drivel about how “You know, the dog represents the eternal wait for man” or “How it’s reminiscent of Samuel Beckett’s play Waiting for Godot“… (Way to go clueless Science major).
Though I have to admit, I’m still intrigued about what the dog was doing there and how it even got there! Maybe I could theorise about that instead.
I instead got distracted by ice cream sandwiches and decided to theorise about I was gonna get at least two into my tummy!
Walking through the High Line led us to a Lego version of Manhattan – complete with it’s iconic skyscrapers!
I soon set to work
wrecking building new pieces.
The installation was there to be played with by the public and for it to evolve as people build their own pieces and put their own stamps on it.
Eventually, we decided to carry on seeing more of the High Line which unintentionally led us right into the hive of activity that is New York Fashion Week.
It’s funny, I’m sure there were loads of celebrities there but the people I recognised were the ones from the internet world! Like Susie Bubble…
… and Aimee Song (who by the way, is actually really sweet).
Our walkthrough led us to the Coach installation… (along with dozen of black cars no doubt waiting to ferry the fashionista to the next show)
All this walking around leads to some serious hunger pangs and so, we decided to listen to our hunger monsters and get an uber back to our hotel in Midtown.
From here, we went for the lazy option and chose a restaurant two blocks away from the hotel…
…where it also turns out, bison is on the menu!
We skipped the bison and went straight for refreshing cocktails…
… steak salads and fish.
All served with a bag of rather tasty fries!
Watered and fed, we trudged back to the hotel where all three of us (Georgia was there with us), may or may not have had a well-earned afternoon nap!
(If you guessed right, all I’m gonna say is that I blame jetlag).