The final stop on the New York drawing circuit was Coney Island. It's somewhat resuscitated after a decrepit spell, but it still has a strong sense of by-gone about it. And that seemed perfectly appropriate on a warm October day with an end-of-summer feel. Big kites were flying on the beach, in front of the 96-year-old rickety Wonder Wheel. That was the only ride we went on. The newer ones all looked like they had been carefully engineered - what's the fun of that?
The boardwalk is the scene, probably looking much like it did 50 years ago.
But one thing has changed - a Coney Island microbrewery. So it wasn't all holiday, I did work on my future career as a beer illustrator.
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