Woke up to light snow, but by the time we left for the day, it was drizzly and mostly slush. The wind was fierce and the sky was menacing and it was the perfect day to visit Coney Island. The wind stung and the clouds loomed, but it was totally worth it.
Who doesn't love the wind-blown look?
Snowy beach. So serene:
Kinda put a damper on the day...
But I just shrugged it off.
The pier where they filmed Requiem For A Dream:
Remember to keep Coney clean:
Oh, and then there was this. Uh...what?
I wish the Cyclone was running. Oh well.
We headed back to the West Village and walked for a good while taking in the quaint neighborhoods and hipster residents. If there were any area I'd want to reside, it'd be here. The fire escapes, the people, and Wicked Willy's on Bleecker and Thompson. The atmosphere is comforting, the staff is amazing, and the owners are top shelf, if I do say so. All-in-all tonight was awesome.
On the way back to Queens I had to stop and take a picture of Queens Blvd (or at least the street sign). Entourage anyone?
And so we continued on the train into the night. Oh the subway, how I'll miss you the most.
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