H. and I wandered down to Coney Island this afternoon. And by "wandered" I mean "took the N train".
We don't live too far, but we never go there. In fact, I don't think we had been since a cold January day before we were married, when H. still lived in London and was here visiting me.
I think some visitors to NYC give Coney Island a miss because it's a trek from Manhattan. Or maybe they think you should only go in summer? I prefer going in the off-season, when it's not so busy, and you can really enjoy the retro-tastic details without the crowds.
And then we gorged ourselves on pizza and had to take a nap.