By the time we got to New York, I was feeling pretty overwhelmed by the number of new places and pre-planning was down to a minimum. I’d almost completely forgotten about Brighton Beach. Luckily, Kate didn’t forget so we ended up walking the boardwalk from Coney Island to Brighton Beach. Though I was aware the place had a very strong Russian influence, I wasn’t quite prepared for how different the place would feel from everywhere else I’d been in the city.
