Our second day in the city took us underground and over the bridge to Brooklyn.
Walking the Brooklyn Bridge is one of my all-time favorite things to do, period.
I love everything about the experience (minus the crowds) -- the views, the bridge itself, and the general wonder of it all..
We wandered around Dumbo and strolled along the Brooklyn Promenade.
There are very few places on earth that are more magical during the fall.
Next came a long walk to the Brooklyn Flea.
Totally worth the sore feet.
I've decided if the day ever comes that we can finally fulfill my dream of living in New York, I'd want Brooklyn to be our home.
It should be mentioned that at this point, we were very much aware of the impending hurricane and spent a large part of our afternoon on the phone with Jet Blue, trying to figure out what to do about it.
Our choices were these:
Leave the next morning, cutting our trip short by three days,
wait it out and hope that Sandy wasn't as mean as she was rumored to be.
Ultimately we decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, agreeing that she would probably just throw down a little rain and leave us (and our Monday night flight) well alone.
We spent our evening on the High Line, spying on the lower west side from above.
The perfect temperature and cloudless sky only served to boost our confidence in the decision we'd made to stay.
We wandered around the Meatpacking District for a bit before heading to Washington Square Park for the New York City Ghost tour, which to be honest, was kind of a bust.
You know things are looking grim when your guide tells you he doesn't even believe in ghosts.
We bailed after visiting Edgar Allen Poe's house and grabbed dinner at a little Mediterranean restaurant in SoHo.
We spent the rest of the evening wandering around the Village.
It happened to be the Saturday before Halloween, and I think we were the only people not in costume.
People. Watching. At. Its. Finest.
Every day should end with crack pie.