A tale of two neighbourhoods.
This morning I headed out to Coney Island and Brighton Beach. I was expecting everything to be shut seeing as it's so late in the year. I was also expecting it to be a bit tacky. I got everything I expected and more. I found Coney Island to be very depressing. I think it would be a bit better when everything is open but would still have an undercurrent of cheap, dirty, desperation about it.
I walked the boardwalk from Coney Island to Brighton Beach. Brighton Beach was everything I had heard as well. Lots of old Russians. Everywhere I looked there were old Russian people.
I'm glad I went but definitely would not be in a hurry to go back again.
Once back in Manhattan, I had lunch at 5 Napkin Burger (good burger, even if a little pricey).
Then, because I'm crazy, I decided to walk from 42nd Street to 84th Street along 5th Avenue. It was a great, albeit long, walk. I actually saw a couple of private school kids get dropped off at their fancy building, complete with doorman, by their personal driver. It turns out sometimes what you see in TV is true.
On the upper east side I checked out a frozen yoghurt shop I had heard of (it's OK to have frozen yoghurt for dinner, isn't it?).
And then, because I was very tired from all my walking, I went back to the hotel.
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