Weather Continues Charming (for the most part)
Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
92Trip End Dec 06, 2010
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I bought myself a cinnamon danish and walked north to Times square to eat it. So many flashing lights! It was good to see such a famous place. After breakfast I walked east to the New York public library. Behind it there is a lovely green area called Bryant park. There is a statue of the man himself by the library with an inscription I liked so much I copied it down
"Yet let no empty gust
Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,
A blast that whirls the dust
Along the howling street and dies away;
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep
Like currents journeying through the windless deep."
It is a verse from a poem called "The Poet" by William Cullen Bryant.
New York Public Library is spectacular. The main reading room and view when you come up the last set of steps really take the breath away. I sat in the main reading room and read for a few minutes just because. I envy all the people who were working there, what an amazing place to learn. I also went across the road where the real books are (the ones you can actually borrow) and read an old favorites for half an hour.
After all this I went south to explore the downtown area. By 'exploring' I mean I got lost. The nice thing about New York though is it is hard to get lost for more than one block. If you are planning to get lost though I think downtown is the place to do it, though I hear right at the northern end of the island it gets complicated too. I wandered around Greenwich for a bit, it all looks very typical of the heroine in american films who lives in Manhattan
I ended up sitting by the Hudson river, eating my lunch. Fantastic view.
When I got back to Stony Brook, Lloyd and I grabbed some food and sat outside at one of the many picnic tables scattered around campus. Then we went to the pub. Loads of people turned up, it was really nice. Plus I had a long island iced tea on long island which is pretty cool. Rather strong though. . .
The Poet: http://www.bartleby.com/248/97.html