Coney Island is situated in the South Western corner of Brooklyn and is the easiest beach to reach from Manhattan and Brooklyn, for us, just a 1/2 hour ride on the subway. It's not a glamour beach and certainly not where the monied elite of New York go to get their surf on. Having read a little about it before we went, I was expecting something akin to Southend in the UK (one of the closest beaches to London, which has crazy tides and sometimes seems comprised entirely of mud). Happily, I was pleasantly surprised by what we found, though admittedly the glorious weather may have helped put a nicer sheen on things.

American beaches don't have fish and chips. Boooo. They do have tacos. Yaaaay. Look at that view behind me, stunning, no?!

The kites were out in full force.

Neither do eyeballs.

…which was lucky, as my dress got soaked.

Apart from its beach, Coney Island is also famous for Deno's Wonder Wheel Amusement Park, which offers rides of all types for the punters to make themselves sick on. I've noticed that I'm less and less inclined toward scary rides, and Mr isn't at all, so we kept it a bit low key, just trying out some go karts and the eponymous wheel.

A small piece of the park, from the wheel (note the poor pig on the right, who seems to have given up completely).

The wheel.

There was a DJ on the boardwalk. People danced and that.

Then we spotted this gang of ruffians looking like they were up to no good, so we headed home.

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