My feet are killing me!

Day three. After another good sleep and quick breakfast we took the bus to 42nd street and then walked the 1/2 mile to the terminus for the Circle Line Boat Cruise tour of lower Manhattan.

A beautiful day for learning about the history of this very historical part of the island. A knowledgeable guide gave a running commentary on everything from Ellis Island, the remainder of the pier that Titanic was supposed to dock at, [adjacent to the pier where Luisitania docked], to the Statue of Liberty and everything in between.

We then took a cab to Macy's where we had a light lunch. The cab ride was an experience that has to be done at least once in a lifetime: New York gridlock. We then explored the Empire State Building which is another worthwhile experience

My feet were beginning to show signs of stress, but my companions were dauntless and we pushed on. First was Grand Central Station, which is clean as a whistle. We tried to relive the Elliot Ness shoot-out that was filmed there I believe, we had difficulty with the steps scene however.

Fellette and Ian then walked us to the Chrysler Building, which is nicer than the Empire State Building. There certainly were some very rich corporations and imaginative architects in the 20's and 30's in New York. After that we were all a bit bagged and took another cab back to the hotel where we relaxed for a few hours.

Dinner tonight was a light meal within walking distance from our temporary home. After dinner Ian guided us to Central Park. We strolled down the park for about 1/2 mile. It is lined with very fancy hotels and shops. Upmarket is the term. Ian then took us past the Park Hotel where he and some companions were housed while working with Donald Trump on a yacht project. It never got off the ground because Donald ran into financial problems in the crash of 1987.

Back to the hotel by 10 where we received information on checking out and transport to the ship tomorrow.

Well Ruth, tomorrow we find out what our facilities and ship are like. I wonder if we will be able to connect to the internet for the next 18 days? Who knows, this may be the last entry until we reach jolly old England.

Actually, I am ready for a rest and would like to get these suitcases unpacked!