Rainy Labor Day Weekend
Sep 4, 2022 · 2 minute readI remain obsessed by 432 Park Avenue. It is such a terrible building on almost every level, from its appearance of ‘we gave an eight year old a ruler and a pencil and this is what they came up with!’ to the ongoing problems with actually living there (though obviously with a hefty amount of cackling at the fools parted with obscene amounts of money to move in). Impressively, it actually looks worse in person, crammed in amongst a bunch of other, better buildings, not even making it to the curbside of Park Avenue.
100 Eleventh Avenue, though, deserves some praise for just being absolutely hideous on a hilarious scale. Almost as if the architect had a bet on for how many windows could actually be crammed onto a building. And the answer is lots. Trypophobia in skyscraper form, looking out to the river.
Anyway, yes, I did spend some of last week in New York. That’s why there was no entry last Sunday; after all this time, I still haven’t come up with a solution of how to write blog entries and assemble a new version of the blog on the go (well, I know exactly what I have to do — I’m just too lazy to actually move the toolchain off my Mac and into the cloud. I finally walked along The High Line, which somehow I didn’t do when I was regularly travelling to New York for work five years ago for some reason, visited many different Prets, and grumbled about how NYC transport is just about catching up to London of twenty years ago. Although you still have to buy a MetroCard to use AirTrain because JFK airport hates you.
(also, my water ganache whisky chocolates were complimented by the front of house at a Micheline-starred restaurant as “One of the best chocolates I’ve ever tasted.” Which was an unexpected but lovely end to the trip…)
Cleveland down, New York down. Just Vancouver left for the August-September travel madness, and then I need to start planning for the return of the Christmas trip home. The first since 2019! And in the meantime, a Labor Day weekend of DIY and birthday celebrations as the leaves start turning brown and the squirrels bury their acorns under the gaze of this fellow…