ah, the frying pan. a floating collection of rusting vessels, which, in new york, counts as a pier. it’s a place where one can observe the hudson from a picnic table, a true novelty when most water-adjacent spaces are designed for jogging or a quick photo. here, the lack of pretension is almost jarring. a lightship and barge, acting as your hosts. one imagines the european desire to sit, perhaps with a small beverage, is mildly sated. go late afternoon, when the western sun makes it feel like you’re actually on a body of water, not just beside it.