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.”
… feels like 1,000 razors slowly cutting through 1 cm of human skin at the same time. So don’t get cold. Buy some gloves and wear them, Irina.