Its always blue skies over Tatiana's
Coney Island photo from 1940's It was the beginning of August and I still looked like I had come out of a cave. I needed some sun badly! The day was not promising for swimming in the sea or laying out on a beach but my need to be near the sea and to feel the sand under my feet overwhelmed me and my trepidation about the weather. Cloudy and not very sunny at that, I decided to go and whatever I find along the way I would be happy with. Having never been on a beach in New York City and feeling a bit squeamish about the whole image, I took the Q train to Brighton Beach with as much enthusiasm as a kid being told they had to do their home work. My dear friend Suzy with her endless enthusiasm assured me it would be amazing and as I met her at the end of the line in the bustling streets of the mostly Russian neighborhood of Brighton Beach and Coney Island we walked sun glasses in hand and with the hopes for a change in our not so sunny moods. As we walked down to the pier wher