I love Bryant Park. A jewel of a place. With me since the first time I visited New York, took the 7 into Manhattan, got out at 42 Street, lifted my eyes and saw the skyscrapers opposite the train station; then turned left and saw the sea of trees and the park. With me whenContinue reading “Bryant Park.”
Do you know that feeling you have when you are physically in a place, but the images around you, the sounds and smells take you somewhere else? I’ve just sat on the grass in Bryant Park.