I came to visit Coney Island quite by accident. I had spent much of the summer of 2013 roaming Eastern Europe in search of WWII history and monuments. After the Baltic trio I found myself in Russia, just before the whole NATO debacle and Ukranian chocolate affair.
When I got back home to Toronto in September I was restless and bored after a month or two. I saw that a local airline had pretty cheap tickets to New York and I had never been before. So I decided I would be spontaneous and book a flight for the Christmas holiday.