Yesterday was the most radically new experience of New York I had in this trip so far: we walked the high line, an old (discontinued, thankfully) train line that goes along half of downtown Manhattan on the west side of the island. It used to serve as an express way to deliver food to various parts of the city, from the harbour and after being packaged in the aptly named meatpacking district. Which is now a super trendy neighborhood with designer stores and lofts with a view, of course.
The truly great thing about the high line (for those who, like me, didn’t even know it existed) is that you get a view of the city from above. And not Empire State-level above (although that’s cool too, obviously), but a few stories high above, meaning you still see the cars and people walking in the street, but with a slightly elevated angle that admittedly creates a bit of a god syndrome moment (which isn’t all bad) and quite simply gives a new perspective to the city. Or, rather, the one you see in movies when a travelling shot descends on a street where the protagonists are walking/drinking/arguing/kissing, depending on the film.
This is also where the fact that most streets and avenues in New York are straight truly pays off: all you can see from miles away is a road that seems to never end (and it probably only does on water on the other side of the island), with an incredibly striking and varied succession of buildings on either side, and yellow taxi cars riding in the middle. So much has been said, written and thought about New York’s status as capital of the world (I quite subscribe to that notion), a place where anything is possible and possibilities seem endless. When you catch a view like this one, it tends to prove the point.
Also, Chelsea market has a lot of great food. Let’s not forget the basics.