An an oasis of wildflowers, suspended over the buzz and industry of Chelsea and its meatpacking district, The High Line is my New York City favorite. A mile of abandoned freight rails transformed into a garden path of native blooms, urban art, and peaceful nooks, it is a public space extraordinaire, enchanting even in early spring, when all is quiet, and life just begins to assert itself.
Don’t miss the views–by no means idyllic, but eclectic and energizing indeed.
We got hungry around 14th Street and so descended to the ant-house that is the Chelsea Market. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed–not by the variety of options available, but the newly-scrubbed feel of it, despite the “gritty industrial” features peeking out here and there.
Still, coffee was delicious, and food, warm.
Recharged and reanimated, off we went. Back to The High Line and the views of the grey, still waters of the Hudson beyond.