Our two-day, 1,000-mile outbound drive ended in Glen Rock, New Jersey (via Ohio and Pennsylvania), where a former editor of my weekly and his wife have retired.
With that couple, we walked approximately 10 miles in New York City after a ferry ride into the city.
The memorial near the base of the Freedom Tower is a fundamental, sobering reminder of the perfidy of 2011 but a testament to the vitality of a city determined not to succumb to the evil of that day.
The memorial was so large in a space so confined, I could not get an adequate image. However, one could look up and see the new tower, complete with window washers.
We walked the The High Line, a park built on a freight rail line above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side. Lush vegetation and sculptures were everywhere..
A stop at the New York City Public Library was (of course) included in our tour.
I almost wish blimps could anchor on the Empire State Building. But, then, a photo would be hard to come by from street level.
A nearby Cuban restaurant let our sweaty quartet enjoy their food, and the day ended with a visit to the theater. More on that in the next entry.