The entrance (going from Manhattan to Brooklyn) is at Chinatown. The miserable part of walking the Manhattan bridge on a hot August day was walking through crowded Chinatown for what seemed like ages until we finally reached the entrance to the bridge. The pathway is pretty narrow but at least it doesn't get as crowded as the Brooklyn Bridge. Views of Chinatown apartments to your right.
The only view to your left are the subways.
Katsu?
In no time, we could see the Tobacco Warehouse and the Brooklyn Bridge Flea Market tents and we knew we were almost at the end.
Rooftop playground.
We almost melted but we did it!
Oh well, we still had a good time despite the heat and picked up some great old New York postcards (1910-1930s) for a buck. And we had one of the best health juices we've ever tried from the Green Pirate Juice Truck: The Hot Pink Limeade - lime, lemon, sweet beet, red apple, and cucumber. Incredibly delicious. Who knew we'd like to drink beet?
We were also planning on trying a coal-fired brick oven pizza from Grimaldi's until we saw this line. After waiting almost three hours at Di Fara's and after trying the best pizza in the world, we just weren't about to stand in another long line in 95 degree weather. Hopefully we'll be able to try Grimaldi's one day when we return (perhaps in Winter). But, we can't imagine it'll be better than Di Fara's pizza.
There's a pier on the opposite side of the bridge (and flea market) where you can catch the water taxi back into Manhattan.
Every time we catch a distant view of the Statue of Liberty, it's like seeing it for the first time. It's always beautiful.