Blog 37: New York State of Mind


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July 28th 2008
Published: August 20th 2008
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After a short delay, our plane landed at LaGuardia Airport, and soon after that we were aboard a shuttle bus and on our way to our hotel in Gramercy, a very pleasant neighbourhood in East Village, Midtown Manhattan. Now, anybody who hasn’t had their head down a rabbit hole (or up their own) for their entire lives is aware (even if they’ve never been there) that NYC is hectic!! But the word he... Read Full Entry



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Top of the Empire State BuildingTop of the Empire State Building
Top of the Empire State Building

......But where's the ape?
Star Spangled BannerStar Spangled Banner
Star Spangled Banner

Picked out in red
Spanning 5,989ft, when it was built the Brooklyn Bridge was the longest supension bridge in the worldSpanning 5,989ft, when it was built the Brooklyn Bridge was the longest supension bridge in the world
Spanning 5,989ft, when it was built the Brooklyn Bridge was the longest supension bridge in the world

27 people died during its construction. A week after opening, 12 more were killed during a stampede when a rumour circulated that the bridge was going to collapse.
Quick!! Follow that taxi...Quick!! Follow that taxi...
Quick!! Follow that taxi...

OK!..but which one?
Nothin' but blue skiesNothin' but blue skies
Nothin' but blue skies

The most photographed space in the world - where the Twin Towers used to be.
NYPD in Times SquareNYPD in Times Square
NYPD in Times Square

In pink and blue neon......how else?
A PoemA Poem
A Poem

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand, A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame, Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand, Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command, The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she, With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" - 'The New Colossus' (Emma Lazarus)
Little Italy - NYCLittle Italy - NYC
Little Italy - NYC

From lamp-posts to parking meters, fire hydrants to signposts....it's all Italiano!
And all that jazzAnd all that jazz
And all that jazz

Central Park



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