Bryant Park is no secret to the millions of people who live here or the millions of people who visit, but I still feel like it was my find of the summer.
I'd been to Bryant Park -- only a block away from Times Square, next to the New York Public Library -- before, but I never felt like I knew it until the night Paul and I had a (nearly) midnight picnic in the middle of the park in August. Then I returned in September, in the waning days of summer, to see what it felt like in the middle of the afternoon.
Pleasant.
There was a buzz of activity about the park, although it certainly wasn't crowded. In fact, there were plenty of empty chairs, almost like a work of art in itself. I already can't wait until next spring. You'll find me in one of those chairs again, cheesecake in hand.
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