Hotel wouldn’t let me check out late. I was ready to stay in bed until the cab came for the airport. Oh well. Packed, showered, dressed and out by 10:12.
I stayed at the Quin Hotel (a Hilton property) on west 57th street. This street was quite a hub of artists and musicians especially after Carnegie Hall was built (less than one block from the Quin) in early 20th century.
The Quin was formerly known as the Buckingham and hosted artists such as Georgia O’Keefe and Marc Chagall. Across the street is a lovely building with large bay windows — the plaque on the building (in photo) explains that artists lived and worked in these spaces, including my fave American Impressionist Childe Hassam who painted a holiday scene with flags of this street (in photo).
The next photo shows some more buildings on the street including the one on right that has Steinway carved into the building — from a time when many music-related businesses were here. The art & antique store on left is a reminder when many prominent galleries selling current works by Picasso and other early 20th century artists.
I like the ghosts on this street.
I am walking around New York, mostly Broadway and Times Square area. There’s a building here called the Brill building. In the late 1950s and ‘60s a lot of pop music publishers worked here; a ton of huge hits from that era came out of this building — Carole King, Burt Bacharach, Paul Anka… All sorts of talented people worked out of this building. But it faded away by end of the 60s with the British invasion and other things going on in the world. And pop music publishing moved elsewhere.
Now there’s no acknowledgment anywhere around the building that it’s anything special. There’s some other business that rents it out and a CVS downstairs. It was designated a historic landmark in the last decade, but they haven’t put up any plaque.
I took some photos of the outside and then I went to the lobby and took pictures of the absolute gorgeous elevators. The building is from the 1930s I believe and is beautiful just in its own right. I mentioned to the security guard that I was interested in it because of the famous music history. He had no idea this building had any special significance at all.
Finally bought Jon’s sardines.
Stopped at the Ed Sullivan Theater. Said a little prayer for Stephen Colbert, who I’m sure is fine. Sorry I never got to see a show.
Had blah pizza and bought a croissant for the airport. Had nice taxi ride with a lovely man with 4 sons who spent years in Colorado. Airport was a breeze and I was at my gate more than 2 1/2 hours early. Got to chill out in reclining seat and charge my phone.
Bye NYC. Until next time!








































