for many years, when i lived downtown (west village) i would return home from the airport by instructing the cab driver to take the williamsburg bridge. i would admonish him if he professed that 'the tunnel' was faster or more expedient - i wanted my bridge and i was going to get it!
never mind that it was a rusting hulk of steel, yawning across the east river lazily and with wanton (or won ton) disregard for us meager souls moving across it's back. the bridge was (and i'm happy to report, still is) toll-free ... that shaved a few dollars off the taxi ride, in the good 'ol days of apprentice salaries.
but of course, the real reason to insist on the williamsburg when going downtown from LGA is the view - that magnificent expanse of a city that lies obliquely to your traffic path ... usually a misty evening, and new york city actually does look like something out of moonstruck - full of promise, romantic, captivating, and spic-n-span clean. oh well ...
jane and i still take the williamsburg every sunday morning, usually crossing it after soaking in (briefly) that gorgeous view which precedes it but follows the pulaski bridge. now it holds another promise - that of the sunday times, a café creme, and a friande at our beloved café gitanes.
bridge the gap and try it sometime!
h
never mind that it was a rusting hulk of steel, yawning across the east river lazily and with wanton (or won ton) disregard for us meager souls moving across it's back. the bridge was (and i'm happy to report, still is) toll-free ... that shaved a few dollars off the taxi ride, in the good 'ol days of apprentice salaries.
but of course, the real reason to insist on the williamsburg when going downtown from LGA is the view - that magnificent expanse of a city that lies obliquely to your traffic path ... usually a misty evening, and new york city actually does look like something out of moonstruck - full of promise, romantic, captivating, and spic-n-span clean. oh well ...
jane and i still take the williamsburg every sunday morning, usually crossing it after soaking in (briefly) that gorgeous view which precedes it but follows the pulaski bridge. now it holds another promise - that of the sunday times, a café creme, and a friande at our beloved café gitanes.
bridge the gap and try it sometime!
h
