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budgetinncicero · 1 year

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Exploring the Best Hotels in the Heart of Syracuse: Your Guide to Staying Near Syracuse University

Syracuse, located in central New York, is home to Syracuse University, one of the most renowned universities in the country. Whether you are visiting Syracuse for a college tour, a sports game, or just to explore the city, choosing the right hotel is essential to make your stay comfortable and convenient. In this guide, we will explore the best hotels in the heart of Syracuse, Hotels near Syracuse University.

Sheraton Syracuse University Hotel & Conference Center

The Sheraton Syracuse University Hotel & Conference Center is a perfect choice if you are looking for a hotel that is close to the university. Located just steps away from the campus, this hotel is ideal for families who are visiting their children at Syracuse University or for visitors attending conferences on campus. The hotel has over 230 rooms, including several suites, each of which is elegantly furnished and well-equipped with modern amenities.

The hotel has a fitness center, a restaurant, and a bar, making it an excellent choice for both business and leisure travelers. The hotel also offers complimentary shuttle service to Syracuse Hancock International Airport, making it a convenient choice for those arriving by plane.

The Parkview Hotel

The Parkview Hotel is located just across the street from Syracuse University, making it a popular choice for visitors attending events at the university. The hotel has 82 guest rooms, each of which is designed to offer maximum comfort and convenience. The rooms are spacious and elegantly furnished, with comfortable beds, high-speed internet access, and flat-screen televisions.

The hotel has a restaurant, a bar, and a fitness center, making it an excellent choice for both business and leisure travelers. The hotel also offers a complimentary shuttle service to Syracuse Hancock International Airport.

Crowne Plaza Syracuse

The Crowne Plaza Syracuse is a modern hotel located just a few minutes away from Syracuse University. The hotel has over 275 guest rooms, including several suites, each of which is tastefully decorated and equipped with modern amenities. The hotel also has a fitness center, a restaurant, and a bar, making it an excellent choice for both business and leisure travelers.

The hotel also has over 12,000 square feet of event space, making it an ideal venue for conferences and meetings. The hotel's location also makes it a great base for exploring Syracuse's many attractions, including the Erie Canal Museum, the Everson Museum of Art, and the Rosamond Gifford Zoo.

Genesee Grande Hotel

The Genesee Grande Hotel is a boutique hotel located just a few minutes away from Syracuse University. The hotel has 159 guest rooms, each of which is elegantly furnished and equipped with modern amenities. The hotel also has a fitness center, a restaurant, and a bar, making it an excellent choice for both business and leisure travelers.

The hotel's location also makes it a great base for exploring Syracuse's many attractions, including the Syracuse Stage, the Museum of Science and Technology, and the Carrier Dome.

Marriott Syracuse Downtown

The Marriott Syracuse Downtown is a historic hotel located in the heart of Syracuse. The hotel was originally built in 1924 and has been recently renovated to restore its original grandeur. The hotel has 261 guest rooms, each of which is tastefully decorated and equipped with modern amenities.

The hotel also has a fitness center, a restaurant, and a bar, making it an excellent choice for both business and leisure travelers. The hotel's location also makes it a great base for exploring Syracuse's many attractions, including the Landmark Theatre, the Clinton Square Ice Rink, and the Onondaga Historical Association.

Budget Inn offers you a warm atmosphere and a perfect night’s sleep when you are in Syracuse area. If you are in New York, you want to sample out what the City has to offer at this time of the year. Get Best Holiday Hotels near Syracuse University. Book Now.

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travelpointholidays · 2 years

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Iconic New York USA From Only £899.00 pp based on 2 adults sharing Deposit £150pp Various Dates in Nov 2022 3 Nights at Westgate New York City Grand Central New York City Hop on-off excursion Shuttle Airport Transfers Bed & Breakfast Basis From Heathrow with choice of airline Luggage included Shuttle resort transfers included Prices for other dates and durations available Flying Direct with United Airlines, American or Delta from London Heathrow 20kg hold luggage per person 5kg Cabin luggage per person. Outbound flight to New York City: Depart London Heathrow between 08:00 and 22.00 arrive New York between 11.20 and 23.00 Inbound flight to London Heathrow from New York City: Depart New York between 09.00 and 20.00 arrive London Heathrow between 20:00 and 08.00(the following day) Description This Package includes: 3 Nights at Westgate New York City Grand Central New York City Hop on-off excursion Schedule Flights with American Airlines, British Airways, Virgin or Delta including 20Kg Hold Baggage per person Shuttle Airport Transfers Bed & Breakfast Basis Highlights Complimentary excursions Deposits available Shuttle Transfers Hotel & Resort New York is one of the most visited cities in the world. From Wall Street's skyscrapers, the neon lights of Times Square to Central Park's leafy paths, New York City pulses with an irrepressible energy. History meets hipness in this global centre of entertainment, fashion and finance. World-class museums and unforgettable icons like the Statue of Liberty beckon, it is simply one of the greatest cities on earth. Westgate New York Grand Central is located in Midtown East Manhattan, New York. This newly renovated hotel near Grand Central Station features midtown Manhattan hotel suites, rooms with balconies, city view rooms, stunning public spaces and iconic bar and lounge, as well as meetings and event space in New York City near midtown NYC attractions. As the premier historic Manhattan hotel in the Midtown East corridor, Westgate New York Grand Central proudly carries forward the passion for hospitality and service now synonymous with Westgate Resorts. (at Birmingham, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgBuVBXs_es/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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1863-project · 2 years

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Yes, The NYC Subway Can Be Divided Up Between Singles and Doubles/Multi

I know in past posts I’ve explained that the NYC Subway is an amalgamation of three separate companies - the IRT, the BMT, and the IND - that merged into our present-day system in 1940. What I didn’t explain is that the subway as it is now is actually divided up into two divisions, and they’re actually a good parallel to the Battle Subway, so let me dive into that really quickly even though nobody asked because I can’t shut up about trains for more than two seconds.

The A Division is made up of the former IRT lines, the ones that operate the numbered train services, and the shuttle between Grand Central and 42nd Street-Times Square. A Division cars are a little shorter, lighter, and more narrow - they measure 8.6 feet wide and 51 feet long. If you want to take an A Division train, hop on a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, or the shuttle (S).

The B Division is made up of the former BMT and IND lines, aka Everything Else. To make things a little easier internally, the B Division lines are subdivided into categories based on which company originally operated them - the BMT lines are B1, and the IND lines are B2. Cars in the B Division are bigger and wider - between 9.75-10 feet wide, and between 60-75 feet long. If you want to take a B Division train, hop on the A, B, C, D, E, F, G, J, L, M, N, Q, R, W, or Z train, or take the Franklin Avenue or Rockland Park Shuttles (also marked with S).

You may have figured out where I’m going with this...

(screenshot from Bulbapedia)

Obviously, they’re not going to get into the real technicalities of this in the game, but when you look at the car measurements, it would make sense for the A Division trains to be for Singles and the B Division trains to be for Doubles and Multi. If you were to do this in real life, if you wanted to do Singles or Super Singles, you’d take a numbered train, and if you wanted to do Doubles or Super Doubles (or Multi/Super Multi), you’d take a lettered train.

Anyway, I’m aware no one cares about this, but I just thought about it and it amused me, so here you are.

#I like trains #NYC Subway #Pokemon #Submas

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linearao3 · 3 years

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I wanted to have my last chapter ready for today, which is the day of Queer Reylo Week focused on bi/pan interpretations of the characters. I couldn't finish the whole thing, but I'm excerpting (un-beta'd, so please forgive typos) a part where Ben and Rey talk about his feelings for Tai, and about what you want the people you love to know about you. Behind the cut, mostly for length.

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Rey sees Tai in Ben’s dreams, and she wakes up feeling… bad. There’s no more precise name to attach to the feeling; it’s a bundle of a lot of feelings, and trying to pick them apart and examine them seems like it will also make her feel bad, and when you feel bad you insult your foster parents and snarl at your boss and things just get worse from there, so instead she just leaves the vague label, bad feelings, and pushes it down to the place where all the bad feelings go and then avoids that place.

The guy is dead. What is there to feel about it but bad?

It’s Ben who brings him up. It doesn’t feel like he does it on purpose; he’s arguing with his mother about some point of scholarship, and he says, “Tai said it was a reference to Pindar, and just aesthetic, that that was the fashion in prophecy in those days.”

“I thought your friend’s specialty was demonic taxonomy,” Leah says.

“He took his degree in Classics,” Ben says. “With a focus on historiography.”

The argument goes on, to places Rey does not understand or care about. But what sticks in Rey’s head is what stuck there before: Leah said friend.

Later, in the almost-quiet of a 4AM subway, she asks him. “Does your mom not know? About you and Tai?”

He looks out the window, like the sparking mosaics of the Lincoln Center station are suddenly interesting. “What?”

“That you were together. Are you not — out to her?”

“We weren’t together.” The train enters the tunnel, and the window goes dark. She can see her own reflection, but not his.

“Is that not allowed, for Watchers? To get with other Watchers?”

“It’s allowed. My mom’s parents were both Watchers. We just… weren’t.”

“Why not?” Why does Rey keep pushing? It’s the bad feelings, squirming their way up from where she put them and wriggling free.

“He didn’t — it wasn’t like that for him.”

Rey remembers Poe, showing her the picture of Ben. This is his only picture from his trip to NYC, and he turned his back on the Statue of Liberty to take it. “Like what?” He turns his head further, so all she can is his hair. She looks down at her shoes; she’s grinding one foot into the filthy floor like she’s trying to put out a cigarette. “Did you love him?”

Ben’s quiet for a very long time. They pull into 59th St, and then out again. He slumps, his shoulders hunched like a teenager’s. “Yeah,” he finally says, hoarsely. “Yeah. I did. But he — he didn’t want it to be like that. We were just friends. And we had sex sometimes.”

Like with me. Like how you think it is with me. Except I love you. And I bet Tai did too. And that’s one of the bad feelings, she realizes, miserably. She’s jealous.

But she’s not just jealous. “But — you couldn’t tell your mom?”

She doesn’t want that. She has a secret mental record of every bit of positive feedback Leah’s ever given her, and when she’s had a good night hunting, she plays them on a triumphant loop, hoping to add one more you’ve done well to her collection. She still feels a shameful little thrill when Leah talks to the council or to Ben and says my Slayer, like Rey is hers and she’s proud of it. So that’s another bad feeling. That she doesn’t want Leah to be someone Ben couldn’t tell.

He shrugs, a jerky, unhappy shrug. She’s seen him younger, in his dreams, and he’s moving like he’s back in that gawky body, like he’s the wrong size for his own mind. “What’s to tell?”

Rey swallows. “That you’re… bi. Queer.”

He stares out at the 50th St station, as the train leaves it behind, the walls tiled with the silhouettes of Alice and the White Rabbit. “I didn’t — I don’t — I guess. I guess I thought. I was in love with Tai. But Tai didn’t want it — he didn’t want it to be love. What I felt. So I pretended it wasn’t. And if I wasn’t in love with Tai, then what did I have to tell?”

She reaches out for his hand, and stops herself. “Could you tell her now?”

“Why?”

Rey swallows. The next stop is their transfer, but she doesn’t want to get up, and break the seal on this by taking it out and up and down the stairs at Times Square. “Because I think she might want to know. About who you are.”

He doesn’t say anything, and the brakes hiss, and the doors rattle open, and the announcer mumbles, 42nd St-Times Square. Transfer to the 2/3 and the N/Q/R trains. Transfer to the A/C/E via the passage to Port Authority. Transfer to the shuttle to Grand Central. Rey doesn’t get up. Neither does Ben. Stand clear of the doors, the announcer says, sounding exhausted, and the closing chime sounds. Neither of them move. The doors close. The train moves again.

She can barely hear him over the rattle of the tracks. “Is that? Who I am?”

“I mean.” Rey looks down again. His hand is plucking at the seam of his jeans. “It’s who I am,” she says. “And I think. I’d want. I’d want my mom to know.”

Oh great. More bad feelings.

He goes completely still. “Rey.”

“I mean. If my mom were like I thought she was. Or hoped she was. Or whatever. I don’t know how she actually was. But maybe I’d want her to know anyway. Just because she should. Like she should know how you died. She should know who you are.” She looks back up. He’s looking at her. His eyes are brimming. She loves how easily he cries, how exposed his heart is. She loves him. “And she should know what you lost. When you lost Tai.”

And that’s the worst feeling of all, isn’t it? Knowing what Ben has lost. It feels so awful, to remember that her parents are dead; it’s like being suffocated. Like there’s a hole in her chest, and everything is falling out of her until there’s nothing left. And when she thinks about Tai, she knows Ben must feel like that, too.

The tears spill out of his eyes. And she shouldn’t do it. It gives too much away. But she can’t help it. She wipes his tears the way he’s wiped hers, with her fingers. “She should know,” she says again, and he catches her by the wrist.

“You too,” he says, and she knows what he means, even before he says, “you said it was who you are too. Will you — will you come — do you want to tell her too?”

He must be able to feel her pulse speeding, in her wrist. But it could mean anything, couldn’t it? And he makes her pulse speed up all the time. Because they have sex. But they’re not in love. Because he hurts, all the time, for her sake, and she has to keep him safe.

“Of course,” she says. “We’ll both go. We’ll both tell her.”

He nods. He’s back in his own body again, not a gawky teen but a tall, dangerous man who knows his own body. Who knows himself. He nods again, more firmly, and lets her wrist go. “We can transfer to the F at 14th St,” he says, looking out the window. “That’ll get you close to home. Do you want to tell her tomorrow night?”

“If you want to,” Rey says. “If you’re ready.”

“Give me a date and a time,” Ben says. “I’ll make myself ready.” And his hand goes to his chest, like it always does when he’s tired.

#Queer Reylo Week #In All the World #reylo fanfic #reylo

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aagdolla · 3 years

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Times Square–42nd Street/Port Authority Bus Terminal station ( #2 Train )

Times Square–42nd Street/Port Authority Bus Terminal is a New York City Subway station under Times Square and the Port Authority Bus Terminal, at the intersection of 42nd St, Seventh and 8th Avenues, and Broadway in Midtown Manhattan.

one block west at 42nd Street–Port Authority Bus Terminal. The complex is served by the 1, 2, 3, 7, A, E, N, and Q trains at all times. the W train during weekdays; the C, R, and 42nd Street Shuttle (S) trains at all times except late nights; and the 7 trains during rush hours in the peak direction.

You have free transfer to many trains with the uptown and downtown side for all the stations that is transferable at times square.

This station is about 103 years old.

The Times Square station has been targeted by two failed terrorist plots. In September 2009, Najibullah Zazi and alleged co-conspirators planned suicide bombings on subway trains near this station and the Grand Central–42nd Street station, but the plot was discovered before they could carry it out. There was also an attempted bombing on December 11, 2k17, during the morning rush hour, when a pipe bomb device partially detonated in the passageway connecting the IND Eighth Avenue Line station with the rest of the complex.

This station is always busy but luckily got the chance to shoot it really empty during the covid19 pandemic in year 2020 when it started.

#mtatrainstationsbyaagdolla #mta #underground station #train station #aagdolla photography #aagdollaphotography #newyork #nyc #Times Square–42nd Street/Port Authority Bus Terminal station #train station in nyc #busystation

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chantersboard · 3 years

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so I’ve taken the subway for the first time in over a year and it’s so surreal how empty these trains are. 8 o’clock on a Friday night and the Times Square station is barren. a quick shuttle ride to Grand Central and… nobody. how am I supposed to fuel my New York anger if I actually get a seat on the train?

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unknown-hq · 5 years

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imagineclaireandjamie · 5 years

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Please more of artist Jamie!!! So beautiful!

Follow up to this story

January 1976

Elias Pound had known Mandy MacKenzie for all of fourmonths – but he already knew he’d gladly follow her anywhere.

So when she proposed they spend an evening at a downtownart gallery – in a neighborhood she called SoHo (“But we have one of those inLondon,” he had protested – and she’d replied “This one has a capitalized H,silly goose”) – he immediately leapt at the chance to be with her. Even if itmeant following her on the subway (“Don’t you have one of those in London?” shehad teased), gaping at the half-beautiful, half-terrifying graffiti scrawledover the walls and seats and windows and exterior of the cars, stepping around thegarbage and panhandlers on the platform at Times Square and Grand Central whenthey transferred from the 1 to the Shuttle and then to the 6.

Once above ground at Spring Street, he thought she’d madea mistake – for the neighborhood appeared to be stone dead, even at arelatively early hour.

“Where is everybody?” Elias dug his hands into thepockets of his peacoat, pulse rocketing from a mix of fear and sheer joy asMandy slipped her mitten-clad hand through his arm.

“Barely anyone lives down here,” she explained, lookingboth ways before stepping off the curb. “It’s mostly artists and galleries.They love the big old buildings – fantastic twenty-foot ceilings in the rooms.”

A cab appeared out of nowhere, horn blaring. Mandy tuggedhis arm to stop – and the cab squealed by, the driver hurling obscenities.Calmly Mandy kept walking down Broadway, turning right onto Prince Street.

“And how did you find out about this exhibit?”

His eyes darted over to her; she just smiled and keptwalking.

“Here we are!”

And they were – for in the first sign of life since they’dleft the subway, a line snaked out of an industrial metal doorway and aroundthe corner. Elias could only see a tiny sign above the door – The Broch Gallery – and a burly man outfront, clearly the security guard.

Elias steeled himself to wait outside in the cold –regretting he hadn’t brought his knit cap – but then Mandy marched right up tothe man at the door.

“Hi – I’m Mandy MacKenzie,” she explained. “Elias here ismy guest. I should be on the list.”

The man fished in his pocket and produced an index card;he squinted, looked up at Mandy, and nodded. “All set, miss. Coat check is onyour left.”

“Thank you,” she smiled sweetly, taking Elias’ hand anddrawing him inside.

A woman wearing black took their coats and handed themeach a small booklet. Before Elias could even glance at the cover, they turned anothercorner and came face-to-face with a panel of text on a gallery wall.

JAMES FRASER: ART WITHOUT LIMIT, 1920-1975 – A RETROSPECTIVE

Elias could see several dozen people milling around in atleast six adjacent galleries, sipping champagne, studying the walls intently.

“Who’s James Fraser?” he whispered.

Mandy looped her arm through his. “Someone I’ve admiredmy whole life. You’ll see why. Don’t bother reading the labels – I’ll be yourtour guide.”

And she was.

The first gallery displayed small pastels and watercolorsof New York City street scenes in the 1920s – old cars rumbling down widestreets, women in elegant dresses pushing old-fashioned baby carriages onsidewalks, children playing tag on a gorgeous summer day in Prospect Park, ruddy-facedmen toasting their joy in cavernous long-gone beer halls.

These were interspersed with photographs. A combinationof society portraits and even more street scenes.

“Is that the Flatiron Building?”

“It is. Can you believe that it wasn’t yet twenty years oldwhen this photograph was taken? Even then it was still so controversial.”

Elias tilted his head at a series of three of formal,posed paintings of different women. “Who were they?”

“Wives of wealthy businessmen and lawyers.” Mandy noddeda thank-you to the woman who offered a tray of snacks. “He made a good livingas a portraitist. Back in the day, that was a way for men to show how muchmoney they had – by paying an artist to paint their wives. Even after photographybecame popular – they still insisted on it.”

Elias chewed thoughtfully. “I’d think it still is a wayfor men to show how much money they have. Someone I went to school with – I rememberthere was a painting of his mother in the house. I never quite understood it.”

Mandy led them to the next room – and Elias’ jaw justabout dropped.

It was another portrait – but so radically different fromwhat he had just seen.

A beautiful woman – her curly brown hair rioting aroundher ethereal face – wearing a dress that could only be described as anincredible shade of electric blue. Surrounded by sumptuous plants andblue-and-white Chinese porcelain. Strongly, confidently facing the viewer – a hintof mischief evident on her perfect lips.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Mandy squeezed his hand. “Thiswas the first work that truly got him noticed.”

“I should think so,” Elias breathed. “She’s – she’s so alive. So much more alive and presentthan in what we saw in the other room.”

“The artistry is without comparison,” Mandy agreed. “But thescandal that surrounded the painting made it even more notorious.”

“Scandal? What scandal? It’s a modest dress.”

She shook her head. “This portrait was commissioned byFrank Randall, on the occasion of his wife Claire’s thirtieth birthday, in thefall of 1925.”

“Frank Randall? As in Randall Steel? That Randall?”

“The same,” she grinned. “Anyway – Claire Randall wasvery famous in New York society at the time for throwing very grand parties attheir townhouse on East Sixty-Eighth Street. Somehow James Fraser got aninvitation to one of their parties – and once Frank learned he was an artist,he commissioned him to paint Claire.”

“I don’t see what’s so scandalous about that.”

Mandy smirked above her flute of champagne. “Well – you canimagine that Claire got to know the artist quite well as he painted herportrait. So well that when the painting was delivered to the Randalltownhouse, she told Frank she was leaving him, packed her bags, and moved inwith Jamie.”

“Oh my God!” Elias exclaimed. “Did she take the portraitwith her?”

“Of course! It hung in Jamie’s studio on East TwelfthStreet for many years.”

“And did they stay together?”

Mandy set down her empty flute on a passing waiter’s tray,and took Elias’ half-empty flute. “See for yourself.”

The next gallery was full of Claire Randall. Oilpaintings of her draped in a Japanese kimono. Pastel drawings of her reclining nudein bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets. Striking, black-and-white photographs ofher hands forming different shapes, and the curve of her spine, and the back ofher neck.

“She was his muse,” Elias murmured.

Mandy nodded. “My favorite is right over there.”

It was a small photograph – just about as big as aletter-sized sheet of paper. At the bottom right of the frame was a reflectionof the old-style camera; at the middle of the frame was Claire caught mid-laugh;and peeking over her shoulder was a man – hair parted down one side, eyescreasing with laughter.

“It’s called Joy;he took the photograph on their wedding day,” Mandy whispered. “In a publicbathroom at City Hall. Probably ten minutes after they exchanged vows.”

Elias swallowed, his heart soaring at the explosion oflove and adoration captured so simply and elegantly in the photograph.

“I’m surprised Randall gave her a divorce.”

“Apparently she threatened to go to the papers with proofof all his affairs. My understanding is that it was settled quite quickly.”

He wanted to know more – so very much more – but sheushered him into the next gallery.

Here the artist’s style had clearly matured; thecityscapes were bolder in outline, brighter in their use of color.

“He immigrated from Scotland as a very young man. But NewYork City has always been his home. His art documents what it’s like to livehere.”

It did – subways, and buses, and even photographs ofairplanes landing at Kennedy or LaGuardia. Interspersed with photographs ofClaire as she got older – still smiling, now in color – in what appeared to bethe same East Twelfth Street studio.

Before he knew it, they were in the last gallery. Whichheld a single artwork – another painting of Claire, posed almost identically asshe had been in the scandalous portrait. Surrounded by ferns, and Chineseporcelain; wearing another electric blue dress. Her face had more wrinkles, andher hair was gray – but she was still so vibrantly alive.

Mandy withdrew her arm, but he didn’t realize she hadcompletely left his side until an unfamiliar voice spoke beside him.

“Personally I prefer this one to the older one.”

“I’d have to agree,” Elias remarked, turning to his newneighbor. “In fact – ”

He froze.

“It’s you,” he croaked.

Claire Fraser – hair still curly after all these years,wearing a bright green dress and gorgeous silver jewelry – smiled.

“It’s me,” she agreed. “Jamie painted this one to commemoratemy eightieth birthday last October – and, of course, the fiftieth anniversarysince the first one.”

“Oh my God,” Elias breathed. “I – you – um, you are verybeautiful.”

Then Mandy appeared, and slung an arm around Claire’sside. “Are you flirting with my grandma?”

“Grandma?”

“Come on, Mandy – you’ll make the poor man suffer a heartattack right here. I thought you told me you liked him.”

Stupidly Elias stuck out one hand. “I’m Elias Pound.”

Claire laughed. “Yes, I know. Mandy’s told us all aboutyou. You study engineering together, right?”

“Always had a head for numbers, that one.” An older manappeared beside Claire, and kissed her cheek. “Just like our daughter – her Mam.God knows where she got that from.”

Claire nodded at Elias. “Jamie, this is Elias.”

Elias gulped. “H-hi,” he stammered.

“Ach, no need to be shy, lad! I dinna bite.” Jamie Fraserheartily clapped Elias’ shoulder. “So – do ye like the paintings?”

“Be honest,” Mandy teased.

Elias cleared his throat. “I – um – yes. I’m stillgetting to know New York, and it’s so interesting to see how your workdocuments how the city has changed.”

Jamie looked over at his granddaughter, one still-redeyebrow raised. “Very astute observation. Good that he appreciates things thataren’t numbers.”

Mandy groaned. “Be nice, Grand-da. We go to museums allthe time – we get in for free with our student IDs.”

Elias cleared his throat. “Also, sir, your work is one ofthe most honest and pure representations of love that I’ve ever seen. I – I can’tquite describe it, but I can just feelit pouring out of the frame. It makes my heart race. And that’s something thathasn’t changed – am I right?”

Jamie and Claire and Mandy – she had Jamie’s eyes, herealized – looked at him, eyes wide. Quietly Mandy stepped forward to take hishand, squeezing it. So proud.

“Thank you,” Jamie whispered, drawing Claire to his side.“You understand. She’s everything.”

“Yes,” Elias agreed, looking at Mandy. “She is.”

#;mod gotham #this is the best way i can think of to tell the rest of artist!jamie and claire's story #all of the artist aus

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rabbitcruiser · 4 years

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Around Bryant Park (No. 4)

In 1884, Reservoir Square was renamed Bryant Park, to honor the New York Evening Post editor and abolitionist William Cullen Bryant.Around the same time as the park's renaming, in 1883, plans emerged to build a library in Bryant Park, atop the site of the reservoir. The library would be funded by Samuel J. Tilden. This was opposed somewhat by property owners who wanted to extend the park eastward onto the reservoir site. Nevertheless, by the 1890s, the reservoir was slated for demolition. When the New York Public Library (NYPL) was founded in 1895, its founders wanted an imposing main branch building. The trustees of the libraries chose to build the branch at the eastern end of Bryant Park, along Fifth Avenue between 40th and 42nd Streets, because it was centrally located between the Astor and Lenox Libraries, the NYPL's direct predecessor. The architects of the building, Carrère and Hastings, also planned to convert the western border along Sixth Avenue into a pedestrian arcade with a flower market, while the central portion of Bryant Park would have housed sculptures and statues. However, these plans were canceled as a result of opposition.

The reservoir was torn down by 1900, and construction started on the library. In conjunction with the library's construction, several improvements were made to the park, such as terrace gardens, public facilities, and kiosks, as well as a raised terrace adjoining the library on the eastern portion of the park. Since Bryant Park itself was located several feet above the surrounding streets, an iron fence, hedge, and embankment wall were built on the north, west, and south borders to separate the park from the bordering sidewalks. Benches were also installed along the retaining walls. Bryant Park's interior was split into three lawns, divided by a pair of west-east gravel paths that aligned roughly with the sidewalks of 41st Street on the west end of the park. Four stone stairways were built: one each from Sixth Avenue's intersections with 40th and 42nd Streets, and one each from 40th and 42nd Streets between Fifth and Sixth Avenues. In addition, 42nd Street was widened in 1910, necessitating the relocation of the fence on Bryant Park's northern border and the removal of plants there. The NYPL's Main Branch was opened on May 23, 1911.

Due to its central location in Midtown Manhattan, several transit lines and infrastructure projects were also built around Bryant Park. The first of these was the Sixth Avenue Elevated railway, which opened in 1878. The city's first subway line, now part of the 42nd Street Shuttle, was opened in 1904 by the Interborough Rapid Transit Company (IRT) and ran directly under 42nd Street. In the 1910s, the Hudson & Manhattan Railroad (now PATH) also planned to extend their Uptown Hudson Tubes from Herald Square to Grand Central Terminal, with intermediate stations near Bryant Park's northeast and southwest corners, though this plan was never realized.

The Catskill Aqueduct water tunnel was built under Bryant Park in the early 1910s. Once the work was complete, the affected sections of Bryant Park were restored. During World War I, Bryant Park was frequently used for patriotic rallies, and a "war garden" and a "recreation building" for Allied soldiers was erected in the park. After the end of the war in 1920, an experimental garden was placed in the park and the recreation building was destroyed. During construction of the IRT Flushing Line in the 1920s, the northern segment of Bryant Park was partly closed for four years while the subway line was constructed directly underneath. The subway tunnel ran 35 feet (11 m) below ground level with a station at the eastern edge of the park, at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. During construction, workers took precautions to avoid interrupting the flow of traffic above ground and interfering with preexisting tunnels.The Fifth Avenue station opened in 1926, while the tunnel under Bryant Park to Times Square opened the following year. In January 1927, after the section of the Flushing Line under Bryant Park was complete, plans were announced for a restoration of the park's northern section.

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So we took the New Jersey Transit to New York City

The modern coach bus goes to the 42nd Street Port Authority. The Port Authority is one of the many hubs of ground transportation in NYC. Most of your major bus companies are located there and you can make connections with almost every subway line via a walking tunnel to Times Square. The rail hubs are Grand Central Station, connected by subway shuttle from Times Square, and Penn Station, a two-stop jaunt on the subway. The subway system in Manhattan is the quickest and most efficient form of transportation on the island, with stops within four to six blocks of each other. The system used to be confusing with many independent lines designated by different letters: IRT, BMT, etc. Today the various routes are designated by colors and either numbers or letters. A map shows all of the routes and their connecting points. The subways system today is very easy to follow. It is also safe, contrary to some people's perceptions. Here are a few little known facts about the system. The tunnels go at least eight stories below the ground. There are miles of mazes even under the tubes themselves, where the homeless have made their homes. On one of the lines from Manhattan to Queens, the tracks literally ride on water under the East River. Even engineers do not know how to correct the problem. The money collected at the ticket booths is sent by a special train which travels the system. The trains are very long, at least ten cars in length. Most of the cars have benches along the sides, which leaves most of the car for standing room. There are three exits on each side of the car, which allows quick entrance and egress. The riders are called strap hangers, because they hold on to straps hanging from the ceiling while riding. The newer cars post the next stop on signs in the car. Some even have a map of the route and the present location of the car lit up on the map.

The city of New York consists of five Boroughs: Kings (Manhattan), Queens, Bronx, Brooklyn, and Richmond (Staten Island). All of the boroughs are connected by subway or train or bus, except for Staten Island which is serviced by the famed ferry. More about the different areas when we visit them.

Went for desert at Cafe Lalo, where part of the movie "You've Got Mail" was filmed. Then we walked up Broadway to Fairfield Market, a few blocks South of World famous Zabars, a grocery and kitchen appliance store (but so much more: an experience). I was surprised by the variety of fresh produce and meats, fish, and poultry and relatively low prices. The aisles are very narrow in the store, due to the fact that space is at a premium in Manhattan. Buy an unlimited Metro Pass, $21.00 for the week, and hop on a Downtown bound bus on Broadway. Downtown means towards the Battery, the Southernmost point of Manhattan.

Uptown is Northbound and Cross-town is either to the East River(East Side) or the Hudson River(West Side). What a wonderful and safe way to see the city. We passed by Columbus Circle, the edge of Central Park, Julliard, Lincoln Center, the Theater District, and of course glitzy vibrant Times Square. The bus then turned East on 42nd Street and passed by the Public Library, Grand Central Station, and ended at The United Nations Building.

As long as fate brought us there, we toured the famed United Nations building. Mati from Senegal in Western Africa, was our tour guide and was very knowledgeable about the workings of the UN. It is not the paper tiger that some people claim it is. It is a real forum for all of the nations of the world to discuss mutual concerns: military conflicts, land mines, disease, hunger, trade, etc. Perhaps the real tigers are the ones who want to control the other nations or make huge profits by fostering these problems. Some of the Chambers were in use, namely the Security Council, and the Council for Economic and Social Justice. They were in session.

The Lexington Avenue bus goes further Downtown. Along the way we passed Chinatown, the Bowery, Little Italy, skirted Greenwich Village, and ended at city hall. There are so many different types of restaurants in NY that you could eat at a different one every single night and not repeat yourself for your entire lifetime.

Today we rode the subways. First we went Uptown to the Northern tip of Manhattan to Tryon Park and the fort. This is the highest point on Manhattan, overlooking both the Hudson and the East Rivers. At the northern most point of the park is The Cloisters Museum. This unique museum consists of five medieval cloisters rescued from buildings being demolished in Europe, along with chapels and numerous artifacts. Some of the statuary was being used as scarecrows by farmers, while others were found in junk piles. One outstanding room is the Unicorn Tapestries, which tell of the hunt, death, and resurrection of the unicorn-a symbol of Jesus Christ. The tapestries contain over one hundred different species of medieval plants woven into the stories. They are just breathtaking not only from their beauty but also from the textures of the weave.

We went back to Times Square and then hopped on the route #7 subway to Queens and Flushing Meadows, the site of the 1963 Worlds Fair with its massive sculpture of the world. On either side of the train station are Shea Stadium, home of the NY Mets baseball team and Arthur Ashe Stadium, site of the US Open Tennis Tournament. Back on the train to Times Square and on to W route to Coney Island at the tip of Brooklyn. We ate a Nathan's World Famous Hot Dog. It cannot compare to a Chicago Vienna Hot Dog. The amusement park was closed, open only on weekends while school is in session. The Cyclone, their famous roller coaster, had just closed up. Thank our growling stomachs for this lack of timing. It is open daily from 12:00 to 4:00. The coaster does not look like much. But looks are deceiving. This baby shakes, rattles, and rolls. I wanted to see if it still gave me the same thrills as the last time I rode it in 1963. But that was to be for a later day, which never came.

This day was reserved to visit the grand dame of New York City, the Statue of Liberty. Taking the train to Battery Park at the lower tip of Manhattan, we purchased our tickets at the Castle Clinton, once a fortress guardian for the harbor, then a concert venue (the American debut of Jenny Lind), then an immigration port of entry, and now the ticket office for our lady. Circular in design, it is only fitting that one must pass through a fortress to gain access to greet the great lady. On the fifteen minute boat trip to Governors Island it is easy to imagine the awe and deep feelings of overwhelming joy of the millions of immigrants who first envisioned her while sailing through the Verrazano Narrows into New York Harbor. The statue, donated by France over one hundred years ago, stands on another fort, one of five which guarded the harbor. The pedestal rises eleven stories and the lady herself stands one hundred fifty-one feet. Once again security is very tight and visitors are not allowed either in the museum, on the pedestal, or into the crown. But just being in her presence was as said in Hebrew, "Dayenu" (It would have been enough).

Embarking on the boat again we went to Ellis Island, built in 1892 to process the great flood of immigrants. Both of our ancestors arrived before that date, so they might have come through Castle Clinton, AKA, Gardens or a different port of entry. Charlie Walker was our Ranger tour guide. Once a drill instructor, he has a voice to match. He also missed his calling to the stage, because the tour he gave was more of a living presentation with a cast of characters than a boring recitation of facts and figures. polyamorous dating site He definitely loves his job. The experience of Ellis Island was reserved for passengers in steerage class. Remembering the movie "Titanic", steerage was the lowest of the low. The passengers in first and second class were processed on board ship. After they disembarked, the ship proceeded to Ellis Island. There the steerage class ran the gauntlet of the eyes of the inspectors. I was reminded of the pictures of the holocaust where the prisoners were "selected". If you walked funny, protested, or looked frail, your clothing was chalk-marked for further inspection and processing. Many of these people were fleeing tyrannical regimes and were terrified of uniformed men. Here in America they were being ordered about by more men. Families were separated, while the processing took place- men on one side and women and children on the other side of the room. The good news is that the process generally took less than five hours and only 2% of the twelve million immigrants were deported back to their home lands. The ones who remained took the trains Westbound out of New Jersey or stayed in NYC, digging the subways or other back breaking jobs.

Arriving back at Battery Park we walked to Broadway. At the entrance was the sculpture of the Peace Globe which stood in the World Trade Center Plaza. Miraculously it withstood the tragedy and is now at the foot of Broadway being kept vigil by an eternal flame. Although damaged, the globe still stands for peace in this world.

Walked through the financial district, which looks like a war zone, barricades and armed police patrolling the area. Our goal was Federal Hall at the corners of Nassau, Broad and Wall streets. Federal Hall was the first capital of the United States. Here Washington was sworn in as president and the Congress met. The building has long been torn down. In its place is a Neo-Classical designed building, Parthenon-like exterior and Pantheon-like interior. Used as a customs house and then as a depository for US gold reserves during the Civil War, it is now a museum remembering our first capital. One of their prized possessions is the Bible which Washington used for his inauguration (the one that President Bartlett wanted to use on "The West Wing").

Walking down famed Wall Street, where never have so many been raped by so few (written over five years ago), we went into Trinity Church where many come to pray after losing their life savings down the street. Built in 1696, the church has withstood many Wall Street crashes. Notable people buried there include Alexander Hamilton and Robert Fulton.

Many people talked to us about visiting St. John the Divine Cathedral. Happily, we took their advice. Started in 1892, this Gothic house of worship is over two football fields in length. The cathedral is still unfinished, but is still spectacular. Each set of stained glass windows has a different theme: poetry, medicine, law, etc. Standing in the immense interior is a humbling experience not to be missed. Around the high altar are side chapels, one which is reserved for local artists to show their work. At this time the children from the Cathedral's school have their artwork on display.

From St John's is a short bus ride to Grant's tomb, where he and his wife lay at rest. The interior is similar to Napoleon's tomb in Paris. Mrs.Grant chose New York, because the people were kind to them after they had become penniless. The tomb sits high on the palisades overlooking Riverside Park and the Hudson River.

Adjacent to the tomb is Sukaru Park, so named because of the numerous cherry trees in the park, which were donated by the Japanese government. In the park is a statue of General Daniel Butterworth, the composer of Taps (remember Berkeley Plantation in Virginia). He is looking over to Grant's tomb, keeping his eyes on that hallowed ground.

Across the street is Riverside Church, a Presbyterian Church noted for its grand carillon of over seventy bells. The nave of the church is Gothic in style, but not quite as large St. John's. The Church is part of Union Theological Seminary, which is connected with Columbia University also present in the neighborhood.

Hopped on the train again to Theodore Roosevelt's Birthplace. This is a large brownstone at 28 East 20th Street. The original house was torn down and a reconstructed one was erected according the similar design plans of others in the neighborhood. His sisters, still alive gave instructions about floor plans and the arrangement of furniture in the house, as they had remembered. Roosevelt, born in to a very wealthy family, suffered from asthma. After losing his first wife and mother within the same week, he moved out to North Dakota to find himself. There he rediscovered his love for nature and the independence of the common working man. To prove his virility, he longed for a war, which he got when the Battleship Maine blew up in Havana Harbor, Cuba. The Spanish were blamed for the sinking. He formed the Rough Riders in San Antonio, Texas, and the rest is history. Of his presidency he claimed that the building of the Panama Canal was his greatest achievement. Even though he was a war monger and empire builder, he is the first American to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his help in ending the Russian Japanese War.

A short distance South is Greenwich Village, not quite the Bohemian atmosphere it was in the 60s. It is still a thriving area of restaurants, small theaters, interesting shops, and people watching. Washington Square, the quasi-official entrance to the area, still has its checker and chess tables set up with games constantly going on.

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