Our last day in Manhattan began with a breakfast with our son across from Bryant Park. It was hard to say goodbye to him.
Then, we decided to be brave and subway to Williamsburg in search of "The Chosen." We didn't see any signs of that from the subway windows. In fact, we were surprised to see that the areas around the subway stops in Brooklyn didn't seem much affected by the presence of a transit station. Where were the highrises and cafes that surrounded subway stops in DC? Anyway, we changed trains at Broadway Station to a subway that ended its route at Far Rockaway. We watched a few beachgoers join us and the anticipation of sun, surf, and salt began to grow in all of us on the train. Unfortunately, we could not find the beach in Far Rockaway. It seems to have been covered up with low income housing and scary nailshops and hair salons. When we reached a huge fenced project (?) we decided to take our obvioulsy tourist selves back on the train.
We picked up our bags at the hotel, took the airport bus to the Newark airport and lounged in the President's Club until it was time to board our plane.
When we left the NO airport, we were greeted with 90 degrees, 90 % humidity, and quiet, empty streets. Home!
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