On the Sunday morning we decided to head for Coney Island, expecting it to be cold we headed off for the train, and by the time we got there, the sun was out, the sky blue, the temperature rising, and Coney Island had one last day of summer in her.
The place is full of characters and sights that left me wondering if I had left the country or had been transported back in time.
The Jersey Boys topped up their tans at the table in ChaCha's, they new everyone who walked past, and not only that but, in my mind they had known everyone worth knowing in New Yorks chequered past.
The guy below then wandered up in his Sunday best, looking like he might break into song and dance at the drop of his very smart hat.
The boardwalk was closed when we arrived, a clear sign that no one was expecting the sun to come out that day, but before we had left the vendors had begun to open up their shops, and the beachside walkway was transformed in to a blaze of colour provided by the inflatables, balloons, hats and t-shirts.
My favourite shot of the day, the guy below on his bike.
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