I visited the fabric district in New York yesterday.
Actually I set out a bit early, it was Saturday and some shops are not open because its a religious holiday…. others opened at 11.00 am. I set out at 9.30.
But you know, wandering is wonderful.
I came across a flea market on a vacant block of land. I enjoyed watching the people as much as I enjoyed the goods for sale. Old bikes, fur coats, African wonders at hugely inflated prices.
The characters working in the booths were as interesting as their wares. Vintage linen.
But I was looking for the quilt store. So on I went.
I found stores full of buttons, beads, wonderful design houses and by lunch time my legs were killing me. I had walked 6 kms. I had planned a different lunch, a halal lamb lunch from a special food cart, but when I came across a restaurant where I could sit and eat food familiar to me I took the opportunity.
I had a break for an hour or so and took off for central park till almost dusk.
You know, it was one of the happiest places I've visited for a long time.
People in the field.
I visited the mac store that is open 24 hours a day, got caught up in a police chase and that wasn't the end of the day, but the blog is long enough.
The walk was long enough, by the end of the day my I watch tells me I had walked 11.85 kms.
Can you tell that this is an inspirational place?