Every so often we invade New York. We crash at my sister’s apartment – there might be seven or eight of us – there might only be two of us. Each day is a marathon of museums and theatres and food.
One day we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge for pizza. One evening we had a late dinner on McDougal Street followed by a stroll through Washington Square. If we’ve been to the theatre, we’ll meander back to our digs, or swing down to Little Italy for a late pastry.
Whatever we plan, there is always a garden targeted in our sites. It might be the High Line, or Central Park, or the Cloisters, or a lovely neighborhood park, or even a Farmer’s Market.
These pages will be dedicated to the green spaces we’ve seen in New York City.