Ray winced. "Yeah," he said. "I can imagine." He was still remembering the look on Peter's face when he'd had to explain about the Towers falling. Hopefully, there wasn't even a memory of the things left by Harper's time.
"You are wanting to see the statue too, then?"
"Not on this leg of the trip," Ray told the driver. "After the Intrepid." To Harper, he explained, "She's off the southern tip and we're going up to about a third of the way along the island's length. You'll get your chance- we can take the ferry over if you want to actually visit. The head's accessible. The torch isn't."
The taxi swung right again and they were on the West Side Highway, a long street three lanes wide in either direction, punctuated by traffic lights. To the right were buildings; in the middle of the road a divider filled with plants; to the left, past the other lanes, lay, well, the New York Trapeze School, where the teachers were demonstrating the use of the flying trapeze. But beyond them lay the Hudson River, which was riddled with civilian boats of every size and description.
"There's a heliport further up if you don't mind primitive air transportation- you can get a nice aerial tour of four out of five boroughs in twenty minutes."
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:30 am (UTC)"You are wanting to see the statue too, then?"
"Not on this leg of the trip," Ray told the driver. "After the Intrepid." To Harper, he explained, "She's off the southern tip and we're going up to about a third of the way along the island's length. You'll get your chance- we can take the ferry over if you want to actually visit. The head's accessible. The torch isn't."
The taxi swung right again and they were on the West Side Highway, a long street three lanes wide in either direction, punctuated by traffic lights. To the right were buildings; in the middle of the road a divider filled with plants; to the left, past the other lanes, lay, well, the New York Trapeze School, where the teachers were demonstrating the use of the flying trapeze. But beyond them lay the Hudson River, which was riddled with civilian boats of every size and description.
"There's a heliport further up if you don't mind primitive air transportation- you can get a nice aerial tour of four out of five boroughs in twenty minutes."