On Sunday we lingered at the big table long into the night, drinking white wine with creme de cassis and eating grilled shrimp and rice and salad, and cold Indian spiced beef, and talking about books and writers, poetry and life, while rain streaked the windows and cooled the overheated air. Finally we slept, but rose fairly early, talked some more, and left New York around noon to head toward Philadelphia to visit our family here.
We went via the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, which neither J. nor I hd ever crossed before. It costs an astronomical $15.00 to cross, but the bridge -- which I've admired from the Brooklyn Bridge for years -- is absolutely beautiful, and the view back into New York Harbor is nothing short of magnificent. I'm sorry I didn't get a good shot of that view to show you, but we were moving too fast and the sky was still grey from the previous night's storm.
The bridge spans the Narrows, the narrowest part of the harbor between Brooklyn and Staten Island. It's named for the Italian explorer Giovanni da Verrazzano, who was the first known European navigator in the service of the King of France to enter New York Harbor and the Hudson River. It was, far a time, the longest bridge span in the world; it's still the longest in the Americas and the ninth longest anywhere. I guess I'm a bit of a bridge nut, especially suspension bridges; what I like most about it is its delicacy.
Here's an aerial shot of the bridge, showing its position at the mouth of the Hudson and New York Harbor. (Wikipedia commons)