The kid’s putting on his shirt in front of the ice cream store. It’s the beach, so I don’t think “no shirt, no shoes, no service” applies. He could be aiming for one out of two, though.
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It was a rather surreal sight, the waterlogged watermelon. Bits of it were scattered around the sand. I suspect people on the beach had a snack and were too lazy to tote their garbage to the boardwalk. Those *&#(*^@!.
This guy was giving out free hugs. Fortunately it wasn’t as icky as it sounds. He was friendly and some young people hugged him and posed for snapshots. There were a few foreign tourists on the boardwalk, but I don’t think they could make sense of what was going on. They steered clear of the hugger.
Nathan’s normal spot, on Surf Avenue by the subway station, is still being reno’ed after the hurricane damage, so this is the Coney Island location for hot dogs and assorted fried food you might be craving. Everyone goes here. This is the first fur-trimmed wrap I’ve seen on the boardwalk, though that is only because there’s no Mermaid event in cold weather.
This is the largest found object ever featured on the blog. The hurricane dropped this wrecked jet ski on the sand and it’s not going anywhere.
I’m not sure what this structure is. It’s made of wood and cocktail cups hang from the front. My guess is that it’s a grown-up’s club house, i.e., a bar the authorities don’t know about?
It’s unnerving to get off the subway at Stillwell and find almost everything closed, even Nathan’s. A few stores are starting to open up, though, and even a boardwalk bar. By next summer, we will see the old Coney again, I predict.
This couple, visitors to Coney Island, seem unsure about the disco dance party going on ten feet away. Come on! Get your feet wet! Everyone’s welcome to do some moving and shaking.
View from the subway… we’re getting close to last stop, Stillwell Avenue. There’s the Cyclone… if only some cars were whipping around a turn as we were going by, now that would really put me in the mood for Coney Island.
The Mermaid Parade at Coney Island doesn’t really begin until you spot a clam shell bra. It’s an anything-goes day: behind this mermaid there appears to be a lost hiker followed by a man in a kilt and tiny hat carrying a parasol.