Ah, a long weekend here in friendly Canada. The Victoria Day weekend.
Still no use for the monarchy? Say what you will, Queen Victoria died for our sins so we might get a day off. Or something.
And is there really any better way to celebrate a Canadian holiday than by flying to America for some fun in glorious NYC?
I went with John and it was great. The weather was better than it was here, the theatre was great and hey, who doesn't like hotel life?
On Sunday morning, a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge was suggested. I said, okay but not before some brekkie.
From the hotel on 52nd at Madison we walked to the Red Flame on 44th between 5th and 6th because their breakfast is fast, great and no nonsense. From there, the plan was to hop in a cab that would take us toward the bridge, get out, walk across and then figure out the rest of the day.
Not everything goes as planned.
Breakfast went off without a hitch.
We then decided to start walking. We headed for Broadway and got caught up chatting and marvelling at the architecture and doing your standard people watching along the way.
We kept walking. And walking.
We ended up walking all the way to the bridge, across it and into Brooklyn.
We sat a while in the park there and talked a while. I called Tanya who had just been in NYC but was now back home. She was rude enough to not be around. After a little more relaxing, we went off again in search of a cab. First we found a Starbucks and then we found a cab.
It took a few good hours and about 5 or 6 miles of walking but the experience was worth it.
The cab ride back took about 15 minutes. I'm thinking of having wheels installed where my feet used to be. (This mapquest map shows the return trip by car and not the blister walk to and over the bridge.)