A Post Yom Kippur Adventure

Yom Kippur was sodden and cold. Today was bright and clear. It was a good day for a city adventure.

 

We decided to take Ikea ferry to Red Hook and explore.

 

There is something about taking a ferry as opposed to the bus or a subway that makes you feel like you are on holiday.

 

It’s only a ten minute or so ride, but the views are spectacular.

Here you see the southern tip of Manhattan with Governor's Island in the foreground.

Here is the obligatory Statue of Liberty  shot.

Now here is the obligatory shot made even better with the orange Staten Island Ferry.

Several Civil War era warehouses line the Red Hook waterfront. This one is next to the Fairway stop on the ferry.

We ate salmon and salad at Ikea. This was the view from our table.

After lunch we walked around Red Hook. 

 

Having grown up in the shadows of the Quincy granite quarries, I always notice great stone work.

It turns out that this was a landmarked building.

I fell in love with the factory across the street from the brick factory.

 

I have a particular fondness for old churches in working class neighborhoods. I assume that the bricks came from the factory down the street.

 

I just love the multi-colored bricks in the arch.

The church was open so we walked inside. A neighborhood group was about to start a meeting, but they were gracious about allowing us to take photos.

 

These windows would have been strikingly modern when the church was built in 1899.

These are the doors leading into the chapel.

And this set of windows was above the doorway in the vestibule.

Don’t get excited. In Christianity this is a symbol of a double trinity.

We continued our walk.  On King street this row of carriage houses or stables is now a row of elegant homes

We saw several intact rows of old houses.

The WWI memorial in the courtyard of the VFW lodge has been enhanced with memorials from other more recent wars.

There is clearly an appreciation for artisanship, both old and new.

We walked back towards the water and the ferry home.

There aren’t too many places in New York City where you can see the cobblestones

It’s hard to NOT take pictures.

I love seeing the city's older more industrial face.

As we pulled towards the dock I loved seeing the layering of the East River bridges.

 

Here is the patriotic shot.

We walked back to the subway, and went home.