My last full day in New York and having warmed up from last nights bus ride I decide I like it here. It is incredibly busy near Times Square not unsimilar to Piccadilly Circus in London but there are areas away from the main streets that I am drawn too. Today I want to visit the High Line. It’s an old rail track which runs parallel to the Hudson River. It has been converted to a garden walk way accessible by steps up as it floats above the city. Snowfall last night has meant that it is partially closed and instead of joining it on 32nd Street, Twitter tells me to walk to 14th Street. I imagine that in the spring and summer it is an awesome place to come to watch the sunset. It’s free and during that time open into the evening. As I am here midwinter it closes at 7pm and today only a tiny section from 14th to 12th Street is open. Some of the original track has been maintained along which trees and beds have been planted. There are sculptures too which New York seems to have hundreds of and if I were to return I hope to be able to walk the whole of the High Line.

Where the steps lead me to my descent is the Meatpacking District and Whitney Museum. I had intended to visit here to today but the queue is long and I am drawn to the Hudson River glistening ahead. The sun is starting to set and the view is stunning. From here I can see the One World Tower Centre and realise how small and easy walking around Manhattan is. 


I leave the Hudson and return back towards the High Line. I decided at the start of my stay not to remain in my comfort zone, to venture away from the familiar and to try not to walk the same street twice. In my mind this would allow me to see as much of New York as I could. As I wander back uptown I recognise the sign for Chelsea Market. I had been told about it by two Americans who said to visit. There is a buzz inside, foods, clothes, people, a great atmosphere. If only I hadn’t been travelling on as the clothes were amazing. I continue walking and as I look up I see the Empire State Building a few blocks up. I criss cross the roads towards it. When I arrive I look inside the building. It is so decorative but any further visit up to the top is not on my agenda. 
I stop for a coffee and something to eat. I’d been so busy sightseeing I’d forgotten about food. As I eat I look at the map on my phone. The two remaining places I wanted to visit are two streets north of where I am. Grand Central Terminal Station and the Chrysler building. I walked into the main entrance of Grand Central Terminal station. A strangely too beautiful building for public use, I follow the signs for the concourse and was blown away by how vast and decorative the station is. Chandeliers, grand staircases and hundreds of windows that would let in light if only it wasn’t night time now. I leave the station for my final stroll to the hotel.I stop for a coffee and something to eat. I’d been so busy sightseeing I’d forgotten about food. As I eat I look at the map on my phone. The two remaining places I wanted to visit are two streets north of where I am. Grand Central Terminal Station and the Chrysler building. I walked into the main entrance of Grand Central Terminal station. A strangely too beautiful building for public use, I follow the signs for the concourse and was blown away by how vast and decorative the station is. Chandeliers, grand staircases and hundreds of windows that would let in light if only it wasn’t night time now. I leave the station for my final stroll to the hotel.


And as if New York couldn’t have anymore to give I see The Kneeling Fireman. A sculpture commemorating the firefighters of 911. Wow, I feel so blessed to have been here.

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