Monday after I visited the New York Public Library, I walked along the High Line. It’s an old freight train line that was converted into a walking path in 2004. I was surprised by how much the bustle and noise of the city faded away only a little above the streets. It was busy up there, and it was quite narrow in places so it was pretty crowded, but it was still a quieter world.
There were plenty of places to sit, and several spots where the path branched off in an outlook over the avenues. Near 14th Street, there were a bunch of food carts set up overlooking the Hudson River, and benches set up like deck chairs where people were sunning themselves in the late afternoon light.
I saw lots of different artworks up there, and a guy making counter-cultural miniature paintings on cardboard, and a kid who tried to pet each blade of grass he came across. It was a lovely mile-long walk on a beautiful September day.