Went to Coney Island for the first time this past Sunday - it was everything I was promised it would be. I observed elderly Russian couples promenading on the boardwalk (nearby Brighton Beach is referred to as 'Little Russia'). I was verbally assaulted by a local man who said he was Puerto Rican, Canadian, a millionaire, and could give me anything I wanted. I fell in love with the theme park colors & kitsch. I ate a chocolate frozen custard cone with rainbow sprinkles. And I got lots of sand in between my toes & fingers.
It was a great day trip. My compatriot Elle & I were in more of an observation mood, so we vowed to come back later this summer to ride some of the rollercoasters.