Hidden away in the concret jungle of Manhattan, to the west, lies the High Line Park. Converted from old train tracks, the High Line runs from Gansevoort Street to West 34th Street, between 10th & 11th Avenues.
I’m not sure what the plants are called, but they evoked in me a sense of wild and free. In a city where plants are practically non-existant it’s like an oasis, tucked away, waiting to be discovered.
There were many places for sitting and reading, or even relaxing during a lunch break. We a passed a very small lawn where quite a number of people were having picnics and sitting on blankets. There was also a contemporary dance exhibit going on when we were passing through. There are quite a few events going on weekly at The High Line, it seems a great place for family fun.
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Po·dunk : a small, unimportant and isolated town. [MW]
When you walk in, you might wonder whether you’re walking into someone’s living room or a tea room; there are teapots everywhere, mismatched furniture and bookcases filled with books. However, Podunk is a tea room that offers a variety of dishes, from scones to sandwiches to deserts, as well as many kinds of teas.
Sitting on a lawn chair, surrounded by teapots and books make for great bookish conversations.
The food was pretty good as well!
The train sped away as I stood there taking this picture and wondering what to do next. Should I go to the library? Stroll along the little park near the train station to see whether the brook is babbling or sleeping? Just go home?
Finally a stroll around the surrounding areas won, so with my bag left in the car I took my phone started walking to the downtown area. There isn’t much of a downtown, it’s just a street really, but it smelt of lovely cakes and pastries.
I walked away from the business section of town and into what seemed like church alleyway. First stop was the Unit Church of Christianity. This little building isn’t the church, that’s the building next to it. I suppose it’s an office of some sort, but whatever it was it was cute and reminded me of a cottage.
Just across the street, on the corner was this building. I don’t think it was a church, it seemed an extension of the Christian Academy a few blocks away. I liked the peeling wooden steeple on the brick building.
Just around the corner you have the Roman Catholic church (there are at least two others less than a mile from this one). At this point it was getting cold so I made my way back to the car.
I happened upon this gem in the window of a store. For some reason there seem to be a lot of things wrong with this picture. Definitely not something I’ll be placing on my front lawn, though, truth be told, you won’t find anything on my front lawn, I don’t believe in decorating for Christmas. Call it lazy, I call it smart. =)
‘Take some more tea,’ the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
‘I’ve had nothing yet,’ Alice replied in an offended tone, ‘so I can’t take more.’
‘You mean you can’t take LESS,’ said the Hatter: ‘it’s very easy to take MORE than nothing.’
Do you love tea? Do you love whimsical? Are you a fan of Lewis Carroll? If you answered YES to any of those questions then Alice’s Tea Cup is for you!
I love their scones – buttermilk, ham & cheese … yum …
I love their teas – this time I had the Ginger Orange Peach … yum …
I love their almost famous mocha cake!
I love that some of the tables have antique sewing machine foot pedals as their base.
I love the butterfly wings on the walls.
Most importantly, I love going there with friends.
Have you ever been to Alice’s to discuss books? Give it a try, you might end up at a bookstore afterwards, purchasing $50 worth of books!
Monday I took a walk around the city. I was meeting a friend for tea and had some time so I decided to walk around.
Then I decided to take photos (with my phone) of things I found interesting. Like this really intricate window frame.
Or these plants that look like women dancing in gowns.
But mostly I enjoyed the day, and enjoyed imagining – what would it be like to live in that blue attic? – and seeing and every now and then, appreciating.
Yesterday I went to Tea and Sympathy to have dinner with my friend, Juyon. I love Tea and Sympathy, partly because it’s so small and quaint, and as J pointed out, it’s reminiscent of eating in someone’s kitchen, and partly because the staff have lovely english accents and are super friendly.
We had scones with jam and clotted cream. I wanted to try the crumpets, but the waitress said that the website was outdated and they haven’t served crumpets in a year, due to the fact that they kept eating the crumpets all day long.
We shared the Sussex Chicken – cornish hen, mash and peas.
And a side of macaroni and cheese. I had the best tea that I’ve tasted there yet, the Chocolate and Mint Rooibos, it was so good I picked 1/4 pound up to take home.
For dessert we shared the Treacle pudding (with custard), but alas, it was so good I got distracted, and only remembered to take a picture once it was all finished – and in record time.
I absolutely love Tea and Sympathy, and I’d really love to try their Sunday brunch!