Beach Cottage and a touch of Romance
Mon 6th, Aug, 2012
Hello Beach Cottage ladies, well it’s the goodbye post from Beach Cottage does New York City…I left the best til last!
I have done some great things here and it mostly went to plan…I totally did not want to spend it filling my bags with things I could, ultimately buy at home in Sydney, albeit for a muchly inflated price…I did want to fill my time soaking up stuff…the last time I came to New York, there was a bit more of the must-see sightseeing things to visit…this time not so much of that…
And one of the things I wanted most to get to see behind the lens of my big girl’s camera was Grand Central Station…scene of many a movie, filled with romance, ooozing nostalgia, you can almost hear the whistles, the smoke, and 1930’s ladies clipping along in their heels and hats.
This did not disappoint in any shape or form, I about lapped every single bit of this up and spent a good 3 hours here, walking around, stroking various marble, gawping at lights, starting at clocks and generally acting like a total tourist.
Is this better than buying a suitcase full of trainers? I think so.
So, the last time I came here was with Mr Beach Cottage and we didn’t really know what to do, it was the days before I was addicted to taking pics and there was no tour or information to check out about the building etc, something I always love to do.
Nowadays, I have a camera to run the battery down on taking pics of walls and clocks and chandeliers and celiings plus there is now an audio tour of Grand Central…
I took the tour….presented myself over to the clerk’s desk, who I must say was a miserable little toad and very nearly got a whitewashed broomstick around his head : note to Grand Central – tourist staff might be better if they do have the ability to smile and look one in the eye, and do have the ability to refrain from showing their irritation when one isn’t quite sure where Lexington is.
Yes I put those audio headphones on, strapped my camera bag with spare lenses across my body after you Beach Cottage girls told me I should be careful and off I went for a few hours aboslutely blissfully lost in all that is Grand Central Station and its audio tour
When I got to about halfway through I stopped at one of the points to let my mind wander, people watch and ultimately have a rest….I chose that point to listen to the extra bits on the tour so was standing there for a bit…
Now, I don’t know if it is just me, but as I was standing there, I came to the conclusion that, New York and indeed Grand Central station has itself one seriously good smattering of, ahem, rather dashing men…what is with that? I have never noticed this before…not of course, that firstly I ever lookout for dashing men and secondly that in my little life happen to come across very often dashing men from New York. So what do I know?
I do know that proportiantely to an Aussie pom standing on Grand Central station there is quite a bit of dashing going on..
So it was with much surprise that one of these said dashing men, would strike up a conversation with me, as, I presumed he waited for his platform to be announced.
How’s the tour he asked.
Splutter, dashing man, you talking to me? Woman wrapped in camera equipment, no make-up, sweaty and gross from walking around Manhattan and sporting earphones and a lanyard?
Oh it’s not bad actually said I.
Must do that one day he said, I come through this station every day and never think twice about it.
Hahaha dashing man in beautifully cut suit, starched shirt and coiffed hair, well I never do it in Sydney so I guess we are all the same.
Oh wow! said he
Yeah, like, of course, that’s just the Opera House going on there again, y-a-w-n, and the Harbour Bridge again.
I smiled and nodded.
Hohoho said I, laughing along happily with the spot on my chin and sweaty hair…yeah totally just pass that
Little did he know it couldn’t be further from the truth and every time I pass that old lady I salute and sing the national anthem ;-)
And with that, no he did not invite me out to dinner, his train came and off he went, I don’t know if he was thinking of the Opera House but I sure was loving the lights he passes everyday…
I don’t think the clock needs much introduction or quite frankly for me to gush…
All I will say is go there one day, stand and stare.
There is just something here in the air…you’ll feel it like me
After that I headed down to the Dining Concourse, which is part of the tour and had myself a slice of pizza – now I don’t know how these New Yorkers do it but this train station pizza could well of been the best of my life, served on a paper plate with a Diet Pepsi.
I fnished off the tour back in the main hall
and a thoroughly good time was had by all
And with that I will get my case together and be off, for that mammoth trip that will take me back to that lucky land…
Mr Beach Cottage Skyped me earlier from his walk by the sea with Barley….oMG we are having the most fab weather in Sydney, she’s putting it on as a welcome home to me, hahhah
And I do actually have some things that I have learnt on this break, not specifically blogging related, though there is mucho news on that front too, but more about being a woman and living it well….let’s just say that Katie Couric who spoke at this event was particularly inspiring for this girl on the other side of the water….
See you next time then…have you been to New York City??? Do you stroke marble and gaze at chandeliers with train whistles in your ears?