The new Amtrak train station in Manhattan. |
One week-end in May, DH and I took Amtrak to New York City, to visit older and younger generations.
Amtrak gave us assigned seats, so we didn't have to endure the usual pig-pile at the platforms. I hope Amtrak retains this policy. Arriving at the new Moynihan Train Hall was a world away from disgorging into the old Penn Station. There's only a Starbucks currently, but the food hall is scheduled to open in the autumn.
This post just features some random snaps from my overnight in the city. Enjoy.
I visited the Whitney for a craft/art exhibit (kindly see previous post) but also took in the Julie Mehretu mid-career retrospective. The Whitney requires timed entry for members as well as non-members, and masks. Elevators are manned and capacity is controlled. The Mehretu installation has received a lot of press; the exhibit was a great place to people-watch and it was just wonderful to be out and about with other folks.
Personal space on the benches. |
My walk from the hotel to the museum led by interesting sights. Post-museum, I strolled south down Greenwich St., to Sarabeth's, where we met for dinner.
Along the West Side Expressway. |
Bride and attendants on Greenwich St. - I love the shoes. |
Ghost of painted signage on 413 Greenwich St. |