On Sunday, my friend and I did something we had been planning since first year: we walked the length of Manhattan.
We started near the George Washington Bridge (technically, there’s a fifty blocks of Manhattan NORTH of the GWB, but who’s counting?) and marched down Broadway until we got to Battery Park. Nearly seven hours through changing neighborhoods — we stopped for liquidos in Washington Heights, ran into friends in Morningside, pushed past baby-tanks on the Upper West, lunched in Hell’s Kitchen, bought Pashminas (well, a Pashmina) from a street vendor in Times Square, stumbled upon numerous fairs in the Flatiron/Union Square area…. After that, it’s a blur through Chinatown and SoHo, as we tried to beat the sunset and the glowering rain clouds. The Financial District was full of tourists on Sunday, but I suppose we were tourists as well; at least, we took a picture in front of the Wall Street Bull And then we came to Battery Park — I’ve never been so pleased to see a bench in my life.
My feet were killing me by the time I got home, and the next morning I could barely stand up — but I still think it was a great way to spend an afternoon. Slightly foolhardy, perhaps, but oh so fun! I recommend it — just make sure you have sneakers, or better yet, hiking boots!