A hop, skip and a jump from my final destination, after a trip straight from the half marathon, to the airport, to New York, to the hotel for four hours, and thence to Florida.
Last time I came through the JetBlue terminal at JFK it was dark and I couldn’t find this building. It’s Erno Saarinen’s beguiling TWA Terminal, a modernist dream that reflects a time when jet travel was exciting and special. Today we’re herded through anonymity.
Sadly one can no longer enter here, the skyways have been truncated and some windows are broken. At least it’s still standing.