There she is, calling you, lighting the way to…

More pictures of that dang bridge.

But look, it is getting dark.

The lights are coming on.

The bridge has adorned herself in sparkling jewels.

Manhattan is lit up like a Christmas tree.

Darkness descends over the East River like a cloak.

Okay, I am trying too hard. That was just stupid. You put a cloak on just like a coat, only without the trouble of finding the arm holes… sleeves… I know because I have a cloak. I would like to say I only wear it on Halloween, but that wouldn’t be true.

Remember those purple lights over there. They will be highlighted in the next few posts… but in a weird way.

And really, can you blame me for taking so many pictures here?

Even the bridge footing is lit up in purple. I love purple.

That is a fancy restaurant on the East River, under the end of the bridge. It is lit up like a fairy tale. And Manhattan gleams in the distance.

Because it is getting dark, you know what that means.

You have survived almost to the end of the first day of our 3-and-a-half day trip to New York! You deserve a medal. You must be exhausted.