We took the red eye and arrived at JFK at the squeaky early hour of 7 and grabbed a cab to our hotel. The cab ride brought a fuzzy sleeplessness and a pang for the warm and bitter taste of coffee. It felt like we were up early for an adventure in a new land - and that we were.
We twisted around the old streets of West Village where Bob Dylan and Paul Simon and Woody Allen sat in cafes soaking in the inspiration that only bricks this old could give.
The taxi took streets that I have only imagined from song lyrics - Bleeker, Christopher Street, Greenwich and (positively) 4th,
then up the cobblestones of Jane Street
The Jane hotel welcomed us with its old charm and history. (The Titanic survivors stayed there!) It had a great cafe and a lounge bar, both which we frequented several times during our stay. We dropped our luggage and had some needed coffee and breakfast and planned our day, starting with trying to understand the subway map.
sparkle shoes and cobblestones
More New York to come - Gotta do it in pieces...
All of the brick, and wood, and charm...it's just what I pictured a great old New York hotel would look like...
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