Got up around 9am and was distinctly unimpressed. The weather was windy with a light sprinkling of rain. After tea we all went down to the river for a walk and despite a few broken trees and the odd band of rain the scene was no worse than a wet weekend in Bognor.
The police kept us away from the river, but we had a look around. A few underground car parks were flooded, but slowly enough to allow the cars to be moved. The local Irish pub had closed, but a cafe was still open so we popped in for eggs Benedict and a cup of tea. It was midday by the time we got back but there was nothing to do.
I will confess to some bitching about this, after all that fuss for nothing. Friends pointed out that the death count was in double figures, large chunks of the state were underwater (not M’s parents thank goodness,) and silence was golden. Good advice, we got lucky and the flooding was extensive. Long Beach Island got away with minor damage it seems.
M and I walked over the bridge to Brooklyn for a wander around. The wind was strong but warm, and long strings of clouds were scudding across the skyline in slow formations. Shops and restaurants were open and largish groups of people were just strolling in that “I’ve got to get outdoors” way.
We wandered back over to Long Island City and went down to the waterfront, chatting to people as we went. Lots of people were about, and most were in a talkative and friendly mood. The above picture came from my phone (that's M in the lower right corner) from Gantry Park.
Maybe I was wrong about New York - it’s a very easy place to love at times like this.
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