Looking down a street in Chelsea from the High Line
Native grasses and plantings turning fall colours along the pathway.
Parking below the High Line
We returned to the MoMa to see the exhibit we missed in our first visit. A special exhibit of Chagall, Dali and Picasso was like walking through an art history text. Salvidor Dali's Persistance of Time surprised me - only nine inches by thirteen!
Then off again to the High Line - the New York railroad of the 1930's - now transformed into a wonderful raised mile-long park through Chelsea.
After a Krispy Kreme donut in Penn Station, we grabbed the 3:49 train, said goodbye to Manhattan, and travelled to Watchung, a suburb of Montclair in New Jersey. While waiting to meet up with Leigh's family, we stopped in a deli for a coffee. When identified as Canadians the owner asked what we thought of the up-coming election. We soon realized we'd found ourselves in strident Republican territory and were treated to a scathing review of Obama and Clinton's record and a reminder of the glory days of Bush - "the time when Americans could hold up their heads". I told the owner that had I bought the Obama button I'd pondered outside the Natural History Museum, he might not have wanted to serve me coffee... he assured us later when we left that he would have served us - button or not. Nice to be able to be detached from the emotional quagmire that Americans find themselves in right now.
Curry in a neighbourhood restaurant was a fun way to say goodbye to our hosts - early-morning and late-night drives amidst a very busy life were very much appreciated. It turned out to be the fabulous, whirlwind, but comprehensive visit we hoped for.
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