It was breezy to say the least on the 87th floor observation deck, but the view was incredible.
“They look like toy cars,” Jake said, pointing through the wire fence down to the street and the rows of car headlights.
“What’s that building?” Jimmy asked.
“The Chrysler Building,” Barry told him. “It was the tallest building in the world for about a year until this was opened.”
They spent about fifteen minutes walking around the platform enjoying the 360 degree panoramic view. Barry was determined to get his money’s worth. They’d paid extra to skip the lines. No way was he standing for hours, not since he hadn’t slept properly in he didn’t know how long.
Barry suggested they go up to the observation deck on the 102nd floor. “I understand that one’s glassed in.” And hopefully it’d be less
