Locals behaving like tourists

Last Saturday, Mr. Miller and I took to the streets of Manhattan like tourists. My older sister had gifted us ferry tickets out to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, and we finally made time to go. The weather was perfect--partially sunny with a breeze that fell just short of the Fall crisp. Here's a photographic tour of our day.

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Mr. Miller skeptical of the "live" liberties

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On the ferry, crowded against a multi-ethnic, multi-lingual tourist group,

which set the mood for Ellis Island.

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Lady Liberty

Striking from a distance and up-close.

And unfeminine, which is perhaps fitting since she is the personification of an idea.

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Ellis Island

Like most Americans, we are decedents of immigrants so we found Ellis Island, now a museum, a fascinating account of the many immigrant waves that made our country.

A tree of words in the American English lexicon

drawn from the many people-groups that came to our country.

Standing where they stood . . .

seeing what they saw first upon arrival.

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Brooklyn Bridge

The day ended with a twilight stroll over the East River, and

dinner, underneath the bridge, at Grimaldi's Pizzeria.