A lot to pack in today and that cannot be undertaken on an empty stomach so it’s off to Sugar and Plumm on Amsterdam Avenue for some posh nosh. From there we take in a gentle stroll across the park to The Guggenheim Museum, the building itself, a work of art. A tip from Greg was to take a lift to the top and then spiral down to the bottom. A good tip. Security was on every floor and won’t let you take a picture with a DSLR but cameraphones are OK. I despair. I wouldn’t have minded but taking pictures of melted plastic carrier bags wasn’t going to make me a fortune in picture sales. I used to do that when I was a kid, melt crisp packets in the oven. Should have saved them, be worth a fortune now it seems! Onward to 86th and Lex to get the subway to 59th and Lex where we then shimmied over to the cable car for a hop to Roosevelt Island. If you buy a weekly Metrocard it’s included in the price so rude not to. We didn’t hang around but it was good to see Manhattan from a different point of view 🙂 Back over to the ‘mainland’ to take the subway again from 59th and Lex to Grand Central on 42nd Street. I spent a while taking some snaps in the famous Terminal upstairs whilst Greg and Phil had some slime downstairs in the world famous Oyster Bar. Would have been nice to see the place so I’ll have to catch it next time, but I won’t be having any of the slime, that’s for sure. Phil popped off to meet a friend whilst Greg and I took in the New York Library. The main reading room was closed for refurbishment so we then headed to Hudson Yards, taking the subway from Bryant Park, to pick up the High Line and have a wander all the way down to the Meat Packing District. Tried to get into the German beer garden at the end of the line but it was rammed so we ended up in a sweet shop that served Stella. Happy bunnies. The Meat Packing District has lost a bit of its charm by becoming ‘gentrified’, how many Top Shops do you need? Shame. We met a lovely couple from New Jersey who told us that we should visit the nuclear bunker under the Greenbrier Hotel in Virginia, which we would pass on our travels. I’d read about it but couldn’t fit it in, so much to see and so little time, a good excuse for a return some day. Then it was time to head over to Brooklyn to meet one of Phil’s friends for dinner. We hooked up with Phil after his soiree, caught the subway again from 14th and 8th to Fulton Street where we disembarked so that we could wander over the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset. Over the other side Greg and Phil went to meet Phil’s friend Tom and I went on my lonesome to Brooklyn Bridge Park to take some photos of the Manhattan sunset. It’s been an ambition of mine for a long time and I was so pleased to be ticking one off the bucket list. Must have given some people the wrong impression as one couple asked me to take their photo because they couldn’t do themselves a decent selfie in the light. Another fella asked me how I took such great photos and could I show him how to use his DSLR. Almost felt professional 😉 Could have stayed all night but it was time for eats. Can’t remember where we ended up but the first choice of a pizza joint we had in mind was full, Domino’s it was not. Shame, I really fancied some ‘pie’, as my pal Mike calls it. Then it was off to Wythe Hotel for amazing nightime views of Manhattan from the rooftop bar. Luckily Tom was a bit of a face so we managed to skip the queue. Wish I’d gotten the tripod out for a snap but it wasn’t the time to be a ‘tourist’ dahhhlingg. Brooklyn has changed a lot in 20 years but not enough to feel a sense of relief once we’d hailed a cab and jumped in. Half hour ride from there back to the hotel via Central Park for an early night as we had an early start to get over to Newark airport to pick up the car in the morning. Was looking forward to the first day on the road.