She's a grand old dame and on the weekend she turned one-hundred and twenty. New York's Brooklyn Bridge opened on 24 May 1883 at 2pm, the toll on the first day was one cent and, apparently, Irish bridge workers were protesting due to that date clashing with Queen Vicky's birthday (more facts here).
It's almost a year since I walked across it, whilst I was in New York on the American leg of my homeward-bound trip (I offer my heartfelt props to Dan again for being such a gorgeous host). It was 35degC (according to the illuminated reading on one of the Brooklyn-end buildings) and muggy as all hell, but it was a great walk ... being slowly enveloped in the bridge's distinctive wire lattice, watching the downtown skyscrapers loom slowly larger, and the expanse of uptown seemingly stretching on forever, before I was eventually deposited in Manhattan.
Marvellous stuff.
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