I've been in New York for the past couple of days on a work assignment--attending a conference on transportation reporting sponsored by WNYC. One of the best parts of being in the city is walking; in particular, walking from my brother John's place at the Brooklyn landing of the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. I went over and back yesterday. And today, I walked over to WNYC, in what I think is West Greenwich Village, and then back to John's by way of the Manhattan Bridge.
The Manhattan Bridge crosses the East River just to the north of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's striking in its own way, but rougher, less venerable feeling, more industrial, without the cathedral air of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's also far less frequented by pedestrians. After dark this evening, it was almost lonely up there after the crowds I've seen on the other span. A good place from which to watch the crescent moon set.