This morning we got up early and took our breakfast up to the High Line to enjoy a rare non-rainy start to a great day.
Because of the holiday, or quasi-holiday, the L train was running slow.
On such days, one should always have something sensational to read in the train. Lacking Oscar Wilde's diary, we did the best we could.
But once in that beautiful park above Chelsea, who could read?
Starbucks oatmeal tastes better the higher up you are.
It was a delicious morning. We love the High Line.
It opens at 7 a.m., so if you get there early, you can beat the crowds.
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