YOU TAKE THE LOW ROAD AND I'LL TAKE THE HIGH LINE

The High Line is an abandoned railroad that used to run north and south through Manhattan. In 2009, after years of work, it opened as an elevated park-walkway.

In the years it was abandoned, various weeds (volunteer native plants) grew up, and they are now cultivated, trimmed, and cared for by

volunteers,  which makes quite a lovely garden. Just like our traffic circle, LOL. It's about 20 blocks long, most of it in the midst of a huge construction area that will be part of a new subway line, and will include other features that will make everything in the area level with this former elevated line.  These are the subway cars sitting below the High Łine.

It's a nice walk, particularly on a nice day like today, with panoramic views of the Hudson and NJ across the river. 

Our second stop of the day was at Barbuto, a wonderful restaurant Verna introduced me to and which is located in an old garage in the West Village. We had the chef's signature dish, pollo al forno, which was as good as I remembered it.  We also had a cauliflower salad with very thin slices of cauliflower, (I thought they were sliced on a mandoline, but since there was no blood in the salad, maybe not) raisins, pistachios, and scallions. This is going to be a go-to winter salad for me. 

Our third stop was at a bakery for a giant, though not all that good, chocolate chunk cookie and coffee.  We should have had the macarons. 

 We followed that by going across the street to Murray's Cheeses where we bought some Brillat Savarin (triple cream Brie) and crackers for later tonight. We scarfed up 1/4 pound of cheese in about 5 minutes.  

I have a couple of little chores to do while I'm here-- get a new watch battery, go to the Apple Store, because it's easier to do here than drive to the mall at home.  I think that may be my big excursion for tomorrow.  

Martha bought a new set of phones, which we will probably set up tomorrow.  

We are going to a concert by the Repast Baroque Ensemble tomorrow night.  They were supposed to practice here this morning, but didn't.  Jory Vinikour came over to practice the harpsichord this afternoon, and he will be coming again tomorrow as well, so we will once again be barred from the bedroom.  We were going to go to Jory's concert tomorrow night, but then we got comp tickets for Repast, so that sealed our choice.