It starts overcast but soon the sun burns through. We go back to the dreaded Penn Station and take the Long Island Railroad to Long Beach. This is quite a fun trip via suburban areas, not by the coast. Long Beach itself is as it sounds. A non discript one horse town like a million new world conurbations. The beach is long and boring with high rise at the back. There are no interesting chiringuitos, rocks, ponds or piers. The waves are too big but the sea is lovely warm and as ever, it is relaxing by the sea, and wonderful to be in the sun.
We travel home a little earlier than of late.
After a beer on the balcony, we swim in our pool at sunset and visit the roof terrace one last time.
We walk out on the warm dark evening to The Dead Poet for a beer. We sit at a high barrel and chat,
enjoying Bronx IPA and Goose Island IPA, on our last night in Manhattan.
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