This morning dawned rainy, and I woke up with a killer headache.  We weren’t sure if we could handle our plans for the day, but I had been looking forward to the NYC gospel Music tour for months – since we booked it – and I wasn’t about to miss it!

 

We had our breakfast, and Kipp was kind enough to supply me with two Advil – I wasn’t sure if I was going to be dealing with a full-blown migraine, so kill it before it got that bad.  The Advil, coupled with orange juice, granola, and tons of fresh fruit took off most of the edge, and by 9:30 – the start of our tour – the headache was nearly gone entirely.  My ankle was also holding up nicely.

 

Jenny and I had a funny little dance putting on her booties and poncho; she looked so forlorn! Then, because it was raining, we put on her Halti using our “compromise” method (instead of hooking her leash to the loop under her chin, I just kept it on her collar) and she was as happy as she gets during rainy weather – which is to say walking me almost drunkenly around puddles (swerve, swerve, swerve).

 

We hopped the Subway to Rector St and walked down to Trinity Church, where the tour started, and we had our first real crisis point of the trip.  The tour we found was speaking in Spanish!  While I speak the language somewhat – and understood about 80% of the talk – Ben doesn’t, and I nearly panicked, thinking “I KNOW the email said 9:30… it did, right?”  Thankfully, after a couple of minutes, we found two tour guides who broke our group into two, and we went with Stacey, who was dressed so fashionably in a bright orange poncho.

 

We started off in front of the church, where Stacey described the role the church played in the Underground Railroad, as well as how gospel music got its start by mixing interpretations of traditional hymns, work songs (the songs the slaves sang on their way to working), and African music, mixing intonation, repetition, call-and-response, and improvisation to make a style all their own.

 

We walked down to the Subway, and as we passed, we heard the other tour clapping and singing, and it made me smile.  This was going to be so much fun!  We followed Stacey down, starting the catch-phrase :Follow the orange poncho”, and took the 3 train to Clark St, and we were in Brooklyn!  We stood under an awning to get out of the rain, spoke more about gospel music and how it spread, and how a group of young people from Jubilee College made it popular to non-African-American audiences by touring around, using stops along the Underground Railroad, as a fundraiser for their college.

 

 

Looking up at the clock on the steeple

Looking up at the clock on the steeple

In every subway station I have seen the names of the stations have been in tiles like this

In every subway station I have seen the names of the stations have been in tiles like this

Stacy was by far one of my favorite tour guides.  She was proud of being from Brooklyn and just so bubbly

Stacy was by far one of my favorite tour guides. She was proud of being from Brooklyn and just so bubbly

 

We then spent half an hour or so touring around some of the historic district of Brooklyn Heights, finding different architectures, hearing stories about the bridge, the parks, and the buildings.  Some of the buildings were truly gorgeous, and the story of the Brooklyn Bridge itself was fascinating!

 

Statue of Henry Ward Beacher who started Plymouth Church which was also a stop on the Underground Railroad

Statue of Henry Ward Beacher who started Plymouth Church which was also a stop on the Underground Railroad

This mansion has had numerous roles.  It's been a brothel as one of its many incarnations.

This mansion has had numerous roles. It’s been a brothel as one of its many incarnations.

 

We then made our way to the Brooklyn Tabernacle, a non-descript building outside, but beautiful inside.  They requested not to take pictures of the inside, so unfortunately we can’t share, but the woodwork was gorgeous and intricate.

 

As a tourist, the service was fantastic, with a full gospel choir and beautiful solos, though as a Christian I can’t say that I was “fed”.  The people were lovely and helpful, finding us seats that could mostly accommodate the space Jenny needs.

 

After the service, Ben and I went to the New York City Transit Museum, which was just a short walk from the Tabernacle.  There were exhibits of the subways, equipment used to make them, descriptions of worker strikes, and even the old-style turnstiles people used once they put in their money or tokens.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot of exhibits that were geared toward adults, especially in the bus section, and the gift shop didn’t have the miniature Subway cars we were hoping for.  So it wasn’t quite what we expected, but a cool way to see transit history for half an hour or so.

 

We were HUNGRY!  We thought seriously about hopping the train back to our B&B and ordering in, but I bought a Groupon for Burger Bistro, and there was a location not far away, and we weren’t sure when we would be near another location.  So we walked along from the R train and found a location… and had the BEST burgers!  I got a turkey patty with portabello mushrooms and goat cheese, adding on a honey BBQ sauce, putting mine on two sliders (mini burgers).  Ben had beef burger with sharp cheddar and caramelized onions, coupled with honey-mustard.  We split an appetizer of buffalo tater tots, and a side of fries.  YUM!!!!!!!  It hit the spot!

 

We then took the 2 train back toward Manhattan, where we switched to the 1 at Chambers St, which was just across a small platform.  We all needed a rest, so Ben enjoyed cheesy movies whilst Jenny and I napped and played.

Jenny was a bit barky last night, perhaps unsure of the sounds of the B&B as guests came and went, even barking at a couple arriving as we were leaving for our last nightly relieving.  I felt really bad… we gotta work on that!

 

Tomorrow is an alone-day.  Ben is off at a TV and Movie Sites bus tour, while I get to enjoy the touch tour at MoMa!  Since booking this a month ago, I have been thrilled to experience MoMa, with its sculptures and descriptive art.  I hope to find a nifty coffee shop along the way, too!

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