Moving on our way towards Alice in Wonderland after departing from the magic surrounding Bethesda Fountain, me and Kat encountered many a lovely sights, from lonely boats waiting to be used, to quiet secluded sitting areas just begging to be sat on and have hours fly by, to the many and utterly numerous ridiculously fit people jogging by or walking their dogs. It’s decidedly unfair the amount of lovely people that can fit in one city, never mind in one park, people watching can be take to a whole new level here.
(The Conservatory water area in Central Park is a fantastic place to people watch by the way, everyone we encountered there oozed relaxation and that specific kind of languid body language that comes from the particularly kind-of-well off. )
The Alice In Wonderland statue was, in all respects, worth the journey. We also did manage to find the Balto statue but Kat was the one that photographed the heck out of that one, I just tried to prevent myself from being tripped up by the delightfully hazard prone skaters surrounding that particular area. Central Park, I’m coming back one day soon.
After resting up a bit from the admittedly muggy and slightly out of control humidity pouring down on us, me and Kat headed further into Central Park. She had a wish to find and gaze upon the statue of Balto and I had a craving to see Alice in Wonderland and then maybe collapse under some shade. From where we had started, it seemed like we only had to walk a bit to get to both our desires but the thing about Central Park is really, it’s so huge. Gods, ever so ginormous and wonderfully full of things to see (and in my case) photograph. We passed under the green arches of lovely trees and ignored the temptations of dozens of available benches to fold ourselves onto, keeping on deeper and deeper into whatever direction we were heading towards(north I reckon it was) .
And while we did eventually come upon wondrous Balto and the oh so climbable collection of Alice in Wonderland statues, the journey to get there was just as brilliant as finding what we were looking for.
I think most everyone i’ve ever met who’s ever visited Manhattan has expressed the same desire when it comes to Central Park. The wish to spend days, weeks, maybe even a full month just exploring all the turns and bends that this immense spread of green encompasses.
There is so much going on in the city, every square inch is filled to the brim and spilling over with life and movement, and while the green acres aren’t a separate reality, it’s a different movement and a more steadied pace that occupies the minds of many visitors in the park. Me and Kat took a break from exploring just inside the boundaries past the Pond, bought some drinks from a vendor with the widest smile i’d ever seen and sat on a cool rock for a bit, watching people jogging by, idling planning the rest of the days adventures and exploration trails while battling the slight humidity. I think it’s probably going to be a goal of mine to one day travel back to Manhattan and spend a whole week just exploring the park, and… maybe a second week thereafter going through all the museums that dot like stars the map of NYC.