New York – We didn’t fall in love with it. Of course a city of nine million people can’t be given due credit in one visit or a few lines.
At it’s worst it is a monument to American brash capitalism, with the worship of money and all things glitzy. Times Square – a bunch of corporate flashing lights to keep the population dull and mesmerized. But there are beautiful spots such as the wonderful former railway viaduct that has been turned into a raised walkway through the city – the High Line, and of course the beauty of Central Park.
It lacked the ease of public transportation offered by Paris and London, as well as the depth of history each of those other cities offer.
And of course it is the home of that American demagogue – Donald Trump truly an ugly blight on the world’s landscape.
Our family’s connection to New York – Heather’s grandfather worked at the New York Times, and my son’s grandfather lived in New York for a period when he helped restructure the New York Public Library.
The image of Trump in a residential window with the words ‘LOCK HIM UP’
A New York resident’s window reflecting the views of many in the world as we see the flaws revealed in the U.S. Constitution
A sad day as we prepare for our departure. We will be happy to be back in Canada, but we are leaving so much behind. From the beautiful trees, to the Brits subtle sense of humour, to it’s great history and chaotic present…not to mention easy access to visit Sean and Jessica in Germany.
Currently awaiting that FedEx parcel person to pick up some rather large and heavy boxes.
A sad day.
We are in Madrid tomorrow night, then a week in New York before flying home.
Of course when I went to the car rental agency they gave me a ‘big’ car for the tiny roads of Cornwall.
We used Falmouth as our base for exploring the southwest, from Land’s End, Penzance to a wonderfully named village, ‘Mousehole’. [Where a grocery store on High Street carries the name, what else,…’hole foods’.]
Cornwall with it’s lush vegetation was a delight to the eyes with stunning landscapes and flowers.
A challenge were some of the roads. Reverse is the most useful gear when encountering a large oncoming caravan, with nowhere to go but back for a quarter mile.
At that point it was time to long for the wide roads and open spaces of Canada — but not too much.
For over 350 years, visitors have traveled to this peninsula to visit the furthest point west in England.
Part of Cornwall, the original language of the area was Cornish, related to it’s cousin, Breton. The English incursions pushed the language out of the area, but it has been revived over the last hundred years by the locals.
Well…not all blog writers see royalty in the same way. So Garry has decided, after writing about the wedding, to post this which is more reflective of his views — with a little less vulgarity but echoing the sentiment.
Today was a warm sunny day in England, a great day for a wedding. We watched the wedding of Harry and Meghan on television then had to leave home early for Heather’s choir to sing at one of the many hundreds street parties held throughout England, this one in Southbourne. We were joined by a visitor from Regina, Colleen Slater-Smith. And we were also joined by our landlords, who joined us for the street party.
We have loved the British sense of community with many get-togethers, and a royal wedding is a great reason for a street celebration. These are some of the photos from the day that capture some of spirit of the community and of England.
While Angela was visiting from Canada, we celebrated her milestone birthday with Afternoon Tea at a local hotel, The Miramar.
As the wedding of Harry and Meghan was fast approaching we were given complimentary champagne to mark the occasion. Also, in the photograph below, note the American and British flags, to mark the pending union.
Again, birthday wishes to Angela, and I hope this outing was as memorable for you as it was for me!
On a side note, a repeat patron of this lovely historical hotel was the late J.R. Tolkien.