At the end of October I went to New York with my wife and my girls for five days. Second time I’ve been – the first being 1986. It was brilliant. I love the city: its architecture, its vibrancy, the food, the museums, the lot. One of those cities where I visit and say to myself, I could live here. We were very lucky to have the use of an apartment on the Upper East Side, which saved us a lot of money and gave us a great base to explore and enjoy the city.

Of course I took loads of photos. I’ll share a few of them with you over three parts.

So let’s go!

We were a couple of avenues from Central Park, so spent a bit of time there. It was usually cloudy or raining!

We walked from the west side of the park down Broadway to where we needed to get off off the beaten track and head to the northern end of the High Line.

Trump Tower. Ostentatious. Surely Americans won’t vote for him as President?

Heading down Broadway.

Times Square.

A recent addition to New York’s tourist trail is the High Line: a disused elevated rail track converted into a pathway, along the West Side of Manhattan, near the Hudson River. It’s great. Takes about 40 minutes and takes you from around to 34th street to 10th, in the Meatpacking district, merging into Greenwich Village.

The end of the line in the Meatpacking District. Reminded me of Smithfields in London. With lots of cafes and an excellent market.

Heading down Bleecker Street. Bob Dylan territory! Halloween effigies hanging out the windows.

Through to Little Italy.

And in Chinatown, the people congregate on a Sunday afternoon to play board games and cards.

Central Park, up around 103rd Street. I’d been up to the Museum of the History of New York. Well worth a visit.

Then caught subway to West 4th street and found myself in Washington Square.

Bleecker Street again, near Jones Street, where Bob Dylan was photographed in the snow with his girlfriend Suzy Rotolo, for the cover of “The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan”.

Ended up at the Whitney Museum of American art. A  brilliant place, up there with MOMA and the Guggenheim. And a new building and location, right at the end of the high line. One of my highlights of the week.

I discovered the black artist Archibald Motley, whose art was on show. A revelation. So vivid, a powerful expression of his culture.

You can go outside the building and get some great views too.

That’s it for now. Part Two in a few days.