If you ever were planning a visit to New York, I’d suggest Fall, specifically late October, early November. Maybe you’d get lucky with the kind of unbelievable weather we’re having lately, but regardless, you should definitely make a trip to Central Park. We don’t get up there too often as a family, but Mark has spent the better part of his last 8 years working as a chef at the Boathouse (you can see the restaurant on the lake above – maybe you’ve seen it in movies?) and this is where he goes do to his late night baking shift before his 1 day a week consulting gig. Even though it’s a longish commute from where we live in Brooklyn, Mark has always said it’s nice to work inside the park when he was going here every day.
We were there on Sunday, walking around, taking in all the leaves at its peak. It was the kind of day that immediately put you in a good mood, despite whatever mood you were in previously, where you saw everyone strolling around with silly grins on their faces, starry eyes upward towards the trees. The kind of day where tourists would stop, breathe and say, “OH! It’s so beautiful here! It reminds me of England with that castle behind the lake!”. And you’d ask where they’re from and you’d chat with them when you’d normally not make small talk with strangers. The kind of day where you felt neither cold, nor warm, just nothing but comfortable bathed in light through golden leaves that made everything glow.
The girls climbed rocks and statues, played hide and seek behind trees and got a lesson about John Lennon from the “mayor” of Strawberry Fields. There is no better New York weekend than this.