Last weekend, I took a stroll along the north edge of Central Park.
It’s been an embarrassing seven years since I last visited the area. I had forgotten how it looks and feels like an entirely different park than the one that expands upward from 59th Street.
It was mid November, so the foliage was just barely past peak. But at 60 °F in the late afternoon sun, it was warm enough to enjoy a black iced tea from the Maoz outpost near East 110th Street. Here are a few images from the quieter half of the park.