On my final day in New York my father and I decided to be typical tourists, and settled on having ourselves whisked 86 stories up to the top of the Empire State Building. They actually only take you to the 80th floor on the initial elevator, and the line was so long to catch the second elevator to the top that we ended up climbing the stair case 6 flights up to the observation deck (which of course made the end result so much more satisfying, because we had worked sooo hard to get there. . .).
The view from the top is really quite spectacular. Truth be told, I am little afraid of heights, but I was so distracted by the amazing views, and preoccupied with aggressively pushing my way through crowds of other camera-toting tourists, just to catch a glimpse over the edge, that I hardly remembered to be nervous.
The day was an amazing way to cap off the trip (including of course my performance at the Rockwood Music Hall later that evening). Thanks so much for sharing in my trip with me, I hope you enjoy these photos. I hope to get back to the city soon–three days is never be quite enough to really explore. Looking forward to my next visit!
I held my camera way up over my head to get this shot out the top, transparent half of a frosted window on the 80th Floor.
Some of the very meaningful memorabilia at one of the building’s numerous gift shops. . .
