Things to do and see in harlem

I’m not much of a clapper, swayer or “Amen”-er, but at Harlem’s Abyssinian Baptist Church service, the spirit moves me. My old college classmate Robert, a New York City transplant from the

South who attends this historic black church, invites me to the 9 a.m. worship service for regulars (tourists should attend the 11:30 a.m. service, but get there early for seats). Two hours

later, we spill out, still high from the stirring sermon. Music — from gospel to jazz to Afrobeat to salsa — is the soundtrack of this large swath of upper Manhattan, which generally ranges

north of Central Park to 155th Street. It’s a straight shot on the subway (about 30 minutes from midtown) to this neighborhood. With its own special rhythm, particularly on a Sunday, when

songs of praise emanate from many of the 400-some houses of worship, it attracts both regular churchgoers and visitors from around the world.   What started out as a Dutch village in the

17th century became the undisputed center of black culture in the 1920s and ’30s, with a flourishing of music, art, literature and activism that became known as the Harlem Renaissance.

Josephine Baker, Duke Ellington, W.E.B. Du Bois and Jacob Lawrence all lived or passed through here. A stroll in central Harlem is like walking through a history book, with the sites of

momentous events and larger-than-life characters on every corner. From the Abyssinian, it’s only a block to Striver’s Row, an aristocratic set of 19th-century town houses that were

reluctantly made available to upwardly mobile African Americans, or “strivers” (including Scott Joplin, Eubie Blake and W.C. Handy), after whites had abandoned the area. Today it’s

protected, part of the officially designated St. Nicholas Historic District. Back on Lenox Avenue (also known as Malcolm X Boulevard), Harlem’s main north-south drag, we turn south. A few

churches look like the Abyssinian — large and elaborate with neo-Gothic edifices and stained glass windows — but most are storefronts, wedged in among Harlem’s unique retail landscape:

bodegas, pop-up world music–CD kiosks, West African–textile marts and hipster coffee shops.   For lunch I want soul food. We grab two seats at the counter at Sylvia’s, founded in 1962 by

“the Queen of Soul Food” Sylvia Woods. Robert has smothered chicken and waffle topped with a dollop of melting butter. My cornmeal-crusted catfish and fried eggs are the perfect Sunday

indulgence. Had we decided to go cool rather than classic, we might have walked one more block to Red Rooster, celebrity chef Marcus Samuelsson’s mod take on down-home cuisine.    Malcolm

meets Martin where Harlem’s main north-south and east-west thoroughfares cross: 125th Street, also called Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard, hosts the landmark Apollo Theater. Many musicians

— from Ella Fitzgerald to Jimi Hendrix — had career breakthroughs on its celebrated stage.  Our stroll ends at a statue of the legendary Duke Ellington and his grand piano. We’re heading

downtown, but I feel like I’ve only skimmed the surface of this culturally rich neighborhood. Not to worry, Robert reminds me: “You can always take the A train back up."