planes + trainsBack from the Big Apple after heading up for a long weekend. We'd been anticipating this short trip after getting tickets to a concert of one of my favorite artists -
Jónsi of Sigur Ros. They've been on my 'must-see' list for a long time and were one the top of the 'will-travel-if-I-have-to' group. I'd love to see the entire band in their home country of Iceland, but since this year Jonsi is doing a solo tour and NYC is a pretty easy trip (and always a fun time), it was a logical choice.
I'll save talking about the show for the next post...it was just so amazing that it deserves its own space.
in Central ParkSince our flight arrived bright and early at around 8:30 on Friday morning (meaning we were up by 3), the first question was: "should we first go catch up on a bit of sleep before trekking around the rest of the day?". But the answer was no. It's New York. Too much to see to waste it napping. So off we went into the lovely spring weather. Did some shopping (of course)...but funny enough, Chris was the only one who came back with anything.
One of the best things about the city is the endless choices in where to eat. Because there's so many, we normally like to spread out our stops into small meals and snacks throughout the day in order to fit in more new places to try. I'd dog-earred several high-rated vegetarian places beforehand, but when we found ourselves in an area where one of those places weren't, the routine would go something like this: Pull out our phones. Locate on GPS. Search for whatever type of food we were feeling like. Link to the foodie review sites. Sort through a handful. Pick one. Navigate. Arrive + eat. All while walking. Oh, the miracles of technology.
pastel macarons • view up towards the street from inside Levain Bakery • the DakotaWe stopped at a lovely French bakery in the fashion district called
Macaron. And yes, they specialize in the colorful puffy sweet bites. We had them recommend a few of the most popular flavors and sat in the immensely small space while we savored the vanilla, dark chocolate, rose, and pistachio macarons. On Saturday we took a
long walk (purposefully) through the park to the Upper West Side to see the Dakota building (where John Lennon was shot, but which is in itself a beautiful building to see) and ended up at the famous
Levain Bakery. A friend had recommended it and it was amazing. It's just this little (seriously little) basement space that barely has a window above street level. There was a constant line from the street down the tiny stairway into the shop by the cash register the entire time we were there. Everyone was there to buy one of the four (yes, just 4) cookie varieties for sale...chocolate chip + walnut, dark chocolate + chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, dark chocolate + peanut butter chip. I chose the all chocolate and Chris got oatmeal raisin. They were as big as a (large) fist, still warm, and the perfect stage in between dough and fully baked.
...and we were still trying to finish them by late Sunday night.

the GuggenheimEach trip we try to see another one of the big museums, and this time it was the architectural gem of the
Guggenheim. When we made the final turn from the subway stop in the Upper East Side, and I saw the white spiraling levels of the building peaking through a row of trees...I couldn't believe I hadn't visited earlier. It's a striking building by Frank Lloyd Wright and is an awesome piece of art without ever having to step inside. But, luckily we did step inside, and the exhibits were great!
scenes from Coney IslandOn Sunday morning we took our time getting going and after stopping for a morning espresso and miniature pastries from a neighborhood
pasticceria, we hopped on the subway for the long ride down to Coney Island. I've always wanted to walk the boardwalk there, but never had made it before. Although the weather our first two days in the city were quite spring-like, Sunday was very chilly and windy, so we had to bundle in our coats before heading to the shore, but it was still worth it for a stroll on the iconic beachside promenade. As soon as we got off the train and walked to the street, it felt like we stepped back in time to some weird deserted carnie time-warp. There were even strange creaking noises coming from the wind moving something metal around, and all the colorful signs seemed an out-of-place-bright to advertise to just the 9 or so people meandering around.
more from Coney Island...But the vintage style painted signs, old carnival rides, fair food displays, and wooden boardwalk seemed oddly comforting in an Americana sort of way. I'm at least glad we got to see this strange place before all the summer crowds and before (if) it ceases to exist any longer.