I’ve never really thought of NYC as a beautiful city. Even though I like it so much I often consider moving here illegally. (I’m not serious, American Immigration people.)
Yesterday, I changed my mind. It’s a stunner! I took a walk along the High Line – crammed as it is with wild flowers and trees and (amazingly) people getting married – and then took a wander round the stunning Frick Collection, marvelling at its arcadian gardens and improbable peacefulness. Not to mention all those amazing paintings. (Without protection glass or ropes in front of them either! You can get your face right up to them to see all the brushstrokes and stuff!)
And then I walked back through Central Park, which is just stunning at the moment. Everything’s unfolding and taking bloom. It smells good. It feels good. It IS good.
And that’s all I have to say on the subject.