When it comes to subways in New York, I've always been an orange line commuter: the F for the eight years I lived in Park Slope, and the B for the last 2.75 years in Prospect Heights. But this summer, I've discovered the pleasures of the big yellow Q train from Brooklyn to Manhattan. First I get to cross the Manhattan Bridge on the southern tracks, allowing a much better view of the Brooklyn Bridge:
(image stolen from this nice blog here, as I failed to take such a picture this morning)
And then, after I get off at Canal Street, the first stop in Manhattan, I get to walk up Crosby Street, one block over from Broadway, and I never fail to see something interesting. For instance:
The window of De Vera Objects at 1 Crosby, featuring a small statue wearing a gorgeous dress made out of paper:
Across the street, above Jil Sander, some watchful mannequins:
A glimpse into the garden and windows of Imperial Number Nine.
Just outside the Vespa shop at 13 Crosby, provoking dreams of Roman Holidays:
The Saturdays NYC Surf Shop and Espresso Bar (not kidding) at number 31:
A view of the brick street itself, many times patched, which makes me think about all the years and vehicles and changes those bricks have seen:
At the corner of Broome and Crosby, the multilevel parking platforms that I never fail to find fascinating, especially if I’m lucky enough to be there when they’re taking a car down; not to mention a very New York skyscraper, billboard, and water tower:
Some wonderful artistic graffiti by New Yorkers who walk at night:
The window at All Saints, a UK clothing chain at 512 Broadway, filled with Singer sewing machines:
In the lobby of the very posh Crosby Street Hotel, a giant head made of joined letters (which is what my head feels like some days). They do a glorious afternoon tea here, though I find it a little too posh and formal to be cozy.
And then I turn left at the corner of Prince St. and walk over to Broadway and go to work, inspired by the diversity and energy of the city and all its beautiful things.
(image stolen from this nice blog here, as I failed to take such a picture this morning)
And then, after I get off at Canal Street, the first stop in Manhattan, I get to walk up Crosby Street, one block over from Broadway, and I never fail to see something interesting. For instance:
The window of De Vera Objects at 1 Crosby, featuring a small statue wearing a gorgeous dress made out of paper:
Across the street, above Jil Sander, some watchful mannequins:
A glimpse into the garden and windows of Imperial Number Nine.
Just outside the Vespa shop at 13 Crosby, provoking dreams of Roman Holidays:
The Saturdays NYC Surf Shop and Espresso Bar (not kidding) at number 31:
A view of the brick street itself, many times patched, which makes me think about all the years and vehicles and changes those bricks have seen:
At the corner of Broome and Crosby, the multilevel parking platforms that I never fail to find fascinating, especially if I’m lucky enough to be there when they’re taking a car down; not to mention a very New York skyscraper, billboard, and water tower:
Some wonderful artistic graffiti by New Yorkers who walk at night:
The window at All Saints, a UK clothing chain at 512 Broadway, filled with Singer sewing machines:
In the lobby of the very posh Crosby Street Hotel, a giant head made of joined letters (which is what my head feels like some days). They do a glorious afternoon tea here, though I find it a little too posh and formal to be cozy.
And then I turn left at the corner of Prince St. and walk over to Broadway and go to work, inspired by the diversity and energy of the city and all its beautiful things.