Full disclosure: I’m typing this from a Super8 motel next to a highway having just made packet noodles using a combination of a bathroom sink and the most disgusting communal microwave I’ve ever seen.
That might help put these photos in context! We don’t often stay in fancy places.
As I mentioned in the previous post, Andrew and I drove up to NYC to meet my father and stepmother for a week in the city followed by a short road trip to Boston. We met them at JFK airport, left our car in a super dodgy parking lot and got a taxi into Manhattan.
My dad booked the New York Athletic Club for four nights. The NYAC is a members only social and sports club founded in 1868. The club has two locations, one at Travers Island in Westchester County and the Manhattan City House right on Central Park. Dad is a member at a club in Australia that has reciprocal rights at the NYAC, which is how we were able to stay there.
The two things I loved most about the club were its location; if you were to spit out the window it would land right in Central Park (gross but true) and this view:

Looking towards the Upper West Side. I am in love.










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