This week we got the pleasure of perusing one of my favorite NY spots: Grand Central Station. We enjoyed the company of two fabulous guest beeboppers as well: Lauren and Darren. Lauren met Jill and I when we were crazy, wee 18 year-old freshman at BYU and I picked up friend Darren a bunch of years after that. Note about Laur: we were next door neighbs for two years in Utah and roommates for four. Her visit was a fantastic reunion; nine months without her caused some major miss-age. It was alright to see Darren, too.
Disclaimer: Having just finished posting - I feel that you need to be warned. I am in a very chatty mood. Consequently, this post is absurdly long and ridiculously wordy. I am being truthful - it is kind of an outrage just how long and just how wordy.
This is Laur and I in front of the train schedule board thing. You know those cool boards where the numbers and letters flip around and make the clickity sound as they update every few minutes? This board is unfortunately not one of those. Still cool, though.
This is the main information booth, the recognizable 4-faced clock sitting atop of it. Fascinating facts: the four clock-faces are made of opal, and Sotheby's estimates the clock to be worth between 10 and 20 million smackers. I feel like it is something Carmen SanDiego might try to swipe.
I commented that whenever I am meeting someone in Grand Central, we typically choose the clock as our meeting spot. Laur had this really great idea to do a dramatic role play where she would come up to Jill as if Jill had been waiting for her. We captured the moment where L realizes that this idea is not great. Jill knew the whole time.
Yep - I love NY Tourism. It brings my friends to visit me.
The ceiling of the main concourse at GC shows many constellations in the night sky. It was painted by French artist Paul Cesar Helleu in 1912, before the station was completed in 1913. Let's be real - it is the bomb. In 1998 they completed a restoration of the ceiling because it had been made beyond disgusting by tar from 86 years of cigarette and cigar smoke. Gross.
Here is another view of the main concourse. The card informs us that it is 470 feet long, 160 feet wide, 150 feet high, that it is modeled after Roman baths and that my skin is so white that its almost opaque.
BFFs posing on one end of the concourse. Because I love numbers and there is nothing else to say about this picture, I will share some interesting GC stats. Approximately 125,000 commuters bust through this station every day (plus an extra 375,000 other people). I am not sure if you realize -- but that is an obscenely humongous number. A million people tread through there every two days! If we had not gone, it would have only been 999,996. Such a difference we make!
Darren and I are purchasing tickets to take one of the 660 trains that go through Grand Central. We have to be quick, because 98% of the trains run on time.
Here we are in front of Grand Central Market, which we love. However - we visit there again in like five pictures, so I will get back to it.
Darren and I are excited to enter the Dining Concourse where there is all kinds of tasty food and also bathrooms. Jill was adamant that we use this spoon in the picture. It was in her purse - probably just in case she has an emergency that requires her to eat pudding.
A lovely chandelier, which must be accompanied by a lovely fact. There are about 19,000 items in the GC lost and found! Nuts. Quick story: I am constantly (CONSTANTLY) losing umbrellas. I think I have lost every single one I have ever possessed within a week of purchasing it. Anyway - when I was in college, I finally got sick and tired of walking home in the rain and so I devised a scheme. If I found myself sans umbrella, I hit up the lost and found claiming that I had misplaced a black umbrella (This is not a lie, really. I had indeed lost many dozens of black umbrellas while at BYU). Anyway - they always, always came through for me. If you find yourself in GC with no protection from the pouring rain - remember this tale.
Jill's fishy friend is whispering something to her. I cannot hear what he is saying.
OH - he wants to meet her at the Oyster Bar! It just happens to be the oldest restaurant in Grand Central - having opened in 1913.
Jill and L are resting on a very cute seat in the Dining Concourse right in front of Dishes. (p.s. Dishes has outrageously tasty rice puddin... ooh - good thing Jill has her spoon)
This man is proposing to the MTA Subway map. In lieu of a ring, he has a venti latte.
We are back at the market.
They sell tons of tasty food and also a lot of nappy, stank fish. Apparently many restaurants in the city buy their seafood from this market, because it is extremely fresh. It smells extremely fresh.
Lots of spices. Apparently, I am disgusted by oregano.
We love treats almost more than we love some members of our own families. Bonnie never was very nice anyway. :)
There are some really janky looking sausages in the background of this picture. Jill is humoring me.
It was necessary to take Laur's picture in front of the bakery, because she has a deep love for bread. She is quite the carb-avore.
From carb-ivore to carnivore. Fact: Darren actually does like bacon more than he likes some members of his family.
This upside down tree chandelier is gorgeous. It is at the end of the market, and we are at the end of our time in Grand Central. Don't worry - there is still more.
We actually covered two cards today - thinking that we would be speedy in Grand Central. We were not. Can you name this building??
You were right! The Chrysler Building is the third tallest building in NYC and the tallest brick building in the world. I was completely unaware until this moment that it was made of brick.
By the way - this walk is taking us from Grand Central all the way down 42nd Street to the east edge of the island.
Enjoy some Chrysler Building facts.
I am bursting with excitement to see the Chanin Building.
The Chanin Building, built in 1929, was designed by Sloan & Robertson in the Art Deco style. It really is quite lovely.
Just bein' a gangsta.
Lauren has this great skill where she can heel click on both the right AND left sides. As she clicked her way down an entire block, Jill caught her going right.
There was a cute little fountain (I love, love and love fountains) outside of one building, and after noticing coins in the bottom, we just had to stop and make wishes.
Quirky Darren tosses in his penny. He is probably wishing that one of the girls he is with will want to date him. He probably should have wished for a cookie or something.
Jill and I wishing together. (I realize that I have already wished - but as I tossed in the coin the first time, I forgot to wish. A redo was definitely in order.)
More lions. Fierce.
You know, The News. This building is home to the New York Daily News, the 5th most-widely circulated daily newspaper in the U.S. Holla.
This beautiful line of American flags needed to be captured. This picture is dedicated to our American Idol favorite, David Archuleta, for his fabulous rendition of "We're Comin' to America." We did sing that song for about 10 minutes of this walk.
Additional info: Today Jill gchatted me with a humorous tidbit from the Washington Post. On the opinion page, our little American Idol superstar was referred to as "David 'Baby Elmo' Archuleta." Hilarious.
Another sweet shot of the Chrysler Building, which was designed by William Van Alen and completed in 1930.
This is the Ford Foundation's "modernist jewelbox." The card says that the building "discreetly shelters assets of a billion or so." I am wondering where they heck they are hiding all of the jewels.
AND - As we have already established - I am unintentionally a show-stealing narcissist.
This is a picture of one of the parks near Tudor City, "an elevated redoubt of 12 apartment houses with names such as 'The Cloister' and 'The Manor.'"
Three pals in Tudor City. Love the candid shot.
This park actually looked more lovely than it actually is. They strategically place these beautiful tulips at the corner of the park to lure in passersby. Once inside - there is only grass and approximately 3 shrubs. Nice, but definitely falsely advertised.
Tudor City - built in the mid 1920's. Apparently, it used to be a neighborhood of slaughterhouses and breweries and gangs. Now - it is quiet and nice, and appeals more to the likes of the Apple-Dumpling Gang.
This scripture was on the wall along the stairs leading down to the United Nations. First off - it is a HUGE engraving. Second - we thought it was sort of excellent.
The United Nations! Usually the UN is a much prettier place (or so we hear). The many flags that are usually waving outside in the wind were not out. Hopefully they will be out when we are back at the UN for one of our upcoming walks.
That being said - we have reached the end. Booya.
A NYC street fair! We love these. They are scattered all over town on the weekends throughout the summer, and always have the same stuff. The same awesome stuff!
Megan is kind of addicted to rings, and picked one up for a bargain price at this jewelry stand.
We had a fun time trying out sunglasses and both bought a pair at this stand (but not these). I love the sunglasses at the street fairs because they are only $5 - so I can lose or break them without feeling too bad.
I think this pink pair suits Meg's outrageous personality. Not quite her style though. (Sadly, this is something that was totally my style in high school - I had a pair of red sunglasses with red lenses that I sported for a while).
Another great part of the street fairs is the food. You can depend on seeing gyros on every block, along with fresh fruit smoothies, roasted corn on the cob, lemonade, deep fried this and that, etc. Yum.
A tricky part of the street fair is that we want to try on everything without actually talking to the salespeople (who are generally pretty pushy). It was a mad dash to photograph the most ridiculous item in the shop and run - like these weird "sunglasses."
Meg is one cool cookie.
We admired the earrings,
and bracelets,
thought of countless sock-animal possibilities,
pretended to shop for hideous bags,
and summer dresses (Meg bought one later after I ran off to a baby shower - I still haven't seen it but trust that it is cuter than this red number).
Meg thought about updating her look with more spikes and leather. We got caught by the salesman at this booth who encouraged the change. What do you think? Is she tough enough to pull it off?
I busted out some percussion skills from years past.
we get excited about really ugly stuff.
Meg came this close to buying this halter. It is one of those hideous "one-size-fits-all" numbers that really should be worn by no person or beast.
Did I mention that there are lots of gyros at the street fair? One thing we noticed is that hot 80's chicks really love their gyros.
I was most unhappy that there was not a churro stand in sight (even this Mexican food stand did not make them). That is actually what got us into this mess in the first place. You see, my body is not my own these days and the baby was demanding a churro - another street fair staple. I kept telling Megan, "just one more block," to find the churros, thus leading us further and further away from Rockefeller Center until we had reached a point of no return. We were fully committed to the street fair.
Isn't Megan cute?
I liked all the blue at this stand.
At last, we have reached our favorite part of any street fair - the finger puppet bin. We spent at least a half an hour here. These finger puppets are not all created equal. You have to really dig through the bin to find the best designs and craftsmanship. That's how they get you.
Look how awesome!!!!
Meg bought like 6 for nieces and nephews and I bought three for Jared and I to distract children with during church. Works every time.
Flashback: This was not our first visit to the bin - Meg and I were first suckered in when she came to visit me before moving here in the summer of 2007. We are powerless to resist the puppets.
So - hope you didn't mind looking at endless photos of us trying things on! We heart NYC street fairs.
