Highline And Environs, 2

Continuing our walk on NYC's Highline...and beyond...

An impressive climate science fair along the way

Near the southern terminus, more background

Large overhang

Average soil depth is only 18 inches, but enough in
places to support nice woods of birches and other
smaller trees; really an incredible experience in the
depths of the city...

Finally ending up in the historical Meat Packing district...

That is, now back on terra firma in the hyper-gentrified former
Meat Packing district; beneath the ghost sign are all the fancy marques
you'd expect to see on Bond Street or the Champs Elysees

But what caught our attention (and everyone else' too)
was the Elephant Walk...

Look here for the story behind all this, but, 100 life-sized wooden
elephants are tromping through the Meat Packing district...

No elephant rides, however

Nearby is Starbucks' NYC roastery and coffee shoppe, sufficiently 
like the one in Milan that we had to stop in for a look

The upstairs bar and line of Campari bottles is much smaller here,
but otherwise similar to Milan

The main difference is that the roastery in Milan is Starbucks' only
presence in Italy (and quite understated, at that), whereas, in the US,
they're everywhere...now we have seen two of Starbucks' six roasteries
world-wide; big woof

No end to the luxury shoppes; the Google building is reflected 
across the street

Now we are at our final destination for the day, Chelsea Market, once
a main factory of the National Biscuit Company (NaBisCo); and certainly
among the factories and warehouses served by the old Highline

If there ever was a market here, it is now long-gone,
replaced by a city-block sized food hall...reminiscent of Spitalfields
and Borough Market...but the photos and interpretive and other
signage of the old Nabisco building were much appreciated, by us,
at least; no free Oreo nor Ritz samples, however...

Factory decor incorporated into food hall seating

More old decor

Then; and looks pretty much the same now, from the outside

The Highline, in its then-glory days

Sic transit, Gloria?