Photo by myself of the Manhattan skyline from the Brooklyn Promenade, in Brooklyn Heights. I took this earlier in the year, when it was cooler outside.
Believe it or not, the Brooklyn Promenade cantilevers over the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway (BQE). There are a few lanes of speeding traffic below.
It's a nice urban planning gesture. Busy traffic is located efficiently along the waterfront, while preserving the view and real estate above.
We're back home in New York after several days in California. I wish I'd had more time to write there, but our schedule was hectic.
This was my first time in LA with Mark. He's been there many times for work, filming car commercials on the twisty mountain roads, and knows the neighborhoods better than I do. He showed me his favorite hotel, his favorite cafe hangout, his favorite drive through the Hollywood Hills.
Friday, we toured Melrose. I was so swept away with the area that I didn't take photos of the eclectic, rock and roll vibe. There were tons of clothing stores, skateboard shops and tattoo parlors. I was reminded of New York's East Village, only spread out along one long street.
At one point, Mark was admiring everything - the weather, the lush surroundings, the houses. Out of nowhere he said, 'This place is unbelievable. Don't you want to move here someday?'
'What?! I'm not mentally prepared to talk about moving.'
'No, I mean when we're 60 and we don't feel like fighting for a spot on the subway.'
He was referring to the lushness and abundance in California. Life seems easier there. We ventured into one supermarket that was the size of two Fairway Markets put together. Only a handful of people were milling around. There were no crowds, no glut of carts, no harried little old ladies inspecting produce.
A day later, Mark had second thoughts. We'd driven through many beautiful neighborhoods. We hadn't encountered any trash, any crowds, any problems finding a parking space, or any hardship greater than highway traffic.
'Life is easy here,' Mark said. 'I'm not sure I like it.'
'See, that's what I'm afraid of. Your brain turns to mush.'
He and I agreed to keep the West Coast a distant possibility. I'm sure there'll be a time when we no longer want to live the sometimes workaholic, semi-anxious existence that New Yorkers are known for.
No offense to Californians. I'm sure 99.9% of the population would move out there in an instant.
Related posts: East Coast, West Coast, Tell Me About the Rabbits and From the Left Coast.