The Chelsea Market was maybe my favorite part about New York. It is right under the Highland Park, which is built around railroad tracks. To keep things consistent, the entire Chelsea Market is this industrial machine. They serve absolutely brilliant food everywhere, and the wine/booze selection is unbelievable. Also, I didn’t really see that many tourists. I think I was the only annoying one taking a photo of every detail in the market. Everyone in here seemed to be very fashionably in a hurry. I didn’t feel that out of place (uncool) because my very cool cool sister who has been a resident of this city for more than twenty years was there to guide me.