Central Park, 80 Degrees
Forget Florida, the heat is in NYC, baby (except for that patch of snow on the right, below, a little reminder of what just was). I didn’t really know this (we arrived today), so was walking around in jeans and a black sweater, but that’s OK. It felt amazing out there – not to mention, it was all about the people-watching.
ALL of NYC was outside today, walking, picnicking (jealous), dancing, sunbathing.
John and I grabbed a quick lunch at E.A.T before heading out on our walk. We might have had a glass of wine with our meal. Then we walked all over the park.
I wish I’d photographed all the adorable dogs! Every size and shape, sassing their way through the city like they own the place. Puppy Louis would have been crazy with all the action. Instead…just us. Sorry Louis.
Every spot of open space was taken. (No, the dude on the right is not nude, but bet you looked twice!)
John loves him some Good Humor! (This is somewhat of an inside joke – John calls all ice cream sandwich type things Good Humors. Including his fave Haagen Dazs ice cream bars. Sort of the Kleenex of the ice cream world…to him. How about you?)