Heart of the City.
My weekend was pretty low-key. I’d have to say that the highlight was just people watching, and discovering yet another one of my favorite places in NYC. I swear there’s so many hidden (and not so hidden) gems here I could be a tourist for the next three years!
Friday morning I finally woke up to some sunshine. I was on my way out the door, but just had to walk onto the balcony to take this picture. This is the view from my girl Marla’s apartment in Murray Hill. That right there is Long Island City as seen from across the East River.
While walking around Union Square Park, I saw this sign with an unconventional, yet thoughtful seat directly below it. THIS is why I moved to NY as opposed to any other metropolitan city.
I just started reading Heart of the City as suggested by Marla. The book talks about “remarkable true stories of nine ordinary couples–from the 1940s to the present–whose matchmaker was the City of New York”. The referral couldn’t have come at a better time too, because the new park I had discovered, Washington Square Park, just so happened to be featured in the story as the place where the author’s parents first met.