It’s Time to Blog

It’s been way too long since I’ve blogged and I miss it plus connecting with the blogosphere. This might be an impromptu post, yet I’ve been thinking about sharing and exchanging ideas and thoughts about travel and life for a while now. There’s no time like the present, as they say, and I’m going to make an effort to blog consistently because I remember the whole process of writing, posting, and connecting with readers bringing me so much joy. To paraphrase Ms Bette Davis, the past few years have been a bumpy ride and my hope is that blogging will help to catapult me back into this extraordinary reality. Besides, my Nikon is collecting dust. Please drop me a note to say hello. Be back soon, watch this space! 🙂




Blue Skies at Rockaway Beach ~ Queens, New York

Located about 40 minutes away from Williamsburg, Brooklyn – a car drive that includes a couple of turns and two long stretches of road – lies Rockaway Beach in the borough of Queens. This is the largest urban beach in America; its wide stretches of sand and dunes extend along a peninsula that juts into the Atlantic Ocean.

Large apartment complexes and new residential developments line the Shore Front Parkway, along with a few green spaces and handball courts. From one of the only waterfront eating spots along the parallel Ocean Promenade Walkway, your meal choices start with fish n chip fare, and end with Oreo Cookie Italian Ice for dessert. Throw in a couple of margaritas from the adjoining Sand Bar, and enjoy the simple pleasure of watching life pass by; frequently interrupted by the sight of planes overhead, either taking off from, or approaching to land in, nearby JFK airport.

Towards a Dark Night ~ Brooklyn, NY

If you only walk on sunny days you’ll never reach your destination ~ Paulo Coelho

Ominous thunderclouds, the roar of thunder, and the crackle of lighting. New York’s heat wave finally broken.

On these summer days, I can’t imagine not being near the cool breeze of the river. Today though, lunch was interrupted.

~Willing the ducks back~

~ Ducks aren’t willing ~

~Back to their East River home ~

~ A simple lunch, before the rain ~

~ East River Ferry headed from Williamsburg to Midtown Manhattan~

~ Watching the storm brew; listening to the thunder rumbles of an upset sky ~

~ Final moments at the shoreline ~~ As the raindrops started to fall and lightning zigzagged over Gotham, the Park was pronounced ‘closed’ for safety reasons ~

~ Wind gusts and a torrential downpour ~

~ Life goes on despite the rain ~

~ On the rooftop ~

~ Dark Night ~

Loving Summer ~ Brooklyn, NYC

A life without love is like a year without summer ~ Swedish proverb

Wading through the think humidity that weighs down on Williamsburg, there’s sweet relief in looking up. Up at the leaves that provide shade, listening to their rustle as a breeze runs through them; up at the grey cotton ball clouds, set in formation against the iridescent colours of a NYC dusk.

The days of New York summer are hot, humid, and sensuous; they tease with thunderclouds while wrapping you up in a steamy embrace.

(above) Empire State Building seen from East River

(below) a coconut Italian ice to make the humidity more palatable

(below) Williamsburg Bridge joins Brooklyn to Manhattan. 1 World Trade Centre to the right

A Sunday in West-Ho-Burg ~ NYC

Summer in New York.

It’s when life takes on a slower pace. Manhattan wakes up later. On Sundays, the streets are uncomplicated and easy to navigate given the lack of foot and car traffic. This is in large part due to the island’s residents escaping the heat of the concrete in favour of shorelines in far-flung Jersey Shore, Rockaway Beach, or The Hamptons.

Summer – a perfect time to appreciate the city. Starting with breakfast in the West Village, meandering in the quieter and more industrial parts of Soho, then cooling down in my home ‘hood of Williamsburg. This is what Sundays are all about.

Sunday, summery Sunday. My pictorial of New York, today. Enjoy!

Caffe Reggio on MacDougal Street. An institution since 1927 – apparently the first cafe in the US to serve a cappuccino.

Sidewalk breakfast dining…

Tableside cab spotting, pop art style

Traditional is always good when it comes to breakfast

Dave Chappelle, Gary Shandling, Jerry Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Ray Romano, Robin Williams… they’ve all got this place in common.

Not a bead of sweat in sight.

Waiting for the late rising brunchers.

Sunday news, sidewalk style. By the way, Alec Baldwin got married.

The streets of Soho decorated with pasteups and fire escapes.

One World Trade Centre – its construction is visible from Williamsburg, Brooklyn to Central Park, Manhattan. Seen here from Soho, at 1,776 feet, it will be America’s tallest building.

Graffiti isn’t exclusive to Manhattan’s walls.

A true delight in summer: blend a few cups of watermelon, add a squeeze of lime… maybe a splash of vodka. This is the season’s easiest cocktail to make – effortless, and one of the most delicious!

Historical sticker street art.

My husband took this photo. He thinks it’s a cool angled shot – I feel it is a little misaligned. What do you think?

Tourist shops of New York can be so rude sometimes, but I love them anyway. Only NYC could get away with such shenanigans.


The coffee bean aroma of the Porto Rico Importing Company can be smelt stores away.

I wish I lived on Minetta Lane. It is perhaps NYC’s quietest street – but so central!

What? Exactly.

Teary street art in Williamsburg, Brooklyn

July 1: Happy Canada Day….

The (above) swimwear and briefs brought to you courtesy of:

Attacked by a friendly pet.

See, very friendly, pawed out, and perhaps a little thirsty.

The Empire State Building, freeze framed by Strawberry, Ginger, and Rhubarb pops.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. This is what life is all about.

The Kite ~ By the East River in Brooklyn, NY

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. ~ Anaïs Nin

Twisting, turning, twirling ~ eyes blinded by the sun from looking up to follow its course… I can’t remember the last time I flew a kite. Can you?