Take an old gondola from on top of the Queensboro bridge through the city, as high as the skyscrapers over to Roosevelt Island. Same system as on Grouse Mountain, but this one is $2 for a ride rather than $20. Wander around the island, 800 feet wide and two miles long, known as Welfare island at one time, boasts one dilapidated building that might be a hospital dedicated to small pox victims that I read about. But its mostly this strange island of new communistic-like condos and people in wheelchairs with breathing aids and feeding tubes. One out of five people had to have been in a wheelchair. Ate lunch overlooking the East River and the East Village of Manhattan. Saw a make shift photo shoot, the photographer an early twenty something, overweight, his pants falling down in back revealing too much, with a bright orange bath towel covering his face and camera from the sun, the model, a bundle of sun-browned sticks placed in a diagonal against a cement planter, good dappled lighting, however.
Subway to Williamsburg-er, for a chocolate banana milkshake. Start to feel a bit ill, sit amidst the sunset overlooking, once again, the east river and Manhattan.
Home and sleep.