If I could only spend one June day in the city, I would head to the Park. It is splendid in every season, but truly outdoes itself in June. No filters required; everything is eye-poppingly green. The dogwoods were just wrapping up their delicate bloom, declaring the end of spring, and the turtles were lazily sunning themselves at lake’s edge as they welcomed the start of summer. A stroll in the Ramble, a stop to admire the angel at Bethesda Terrace, and lunch at the Boathouse. No place I’d rather be.
“I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it, overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hand.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby