The Last Picnic in Central Park
I’ve been told by wise, well travelled people that Sydney is like an itsy bitsy New York City. Both cities have skyscrapers (tick), style (tick) and men (tick, tick) but perhaps the most similar feature thrives at the heart of both of the cities…the park!
Without deviating away from the fact that I am still in New York (pinching myself), I love Sydney’s Hyde Park and the memories it has created over the years.
There was the night I spent strolling around the Lake of Reflections with my first love, a sophisticated Sydneysider who grew up in a penthouse apartment on Wentworth Avenue. The morning after when I knew I was really in love, skipping through Hyde park on my way to meet my girls for a debrief at Starbucks.Then there was the sobbing at the Oxford Street entrance when Mr Sophisticated First Love revealed himself to be nothing more than a gutless asshole. Then almost five years later, walking home through the park to my very own apartment with an exciting new job and a great sense of accomplishment.
Similarly every day in New York, Central Park plays the backdrop for thousands of unforgettable moments…
Today it was a simple summer picnic for two.
Finding all of the key ingredients for the perfect picnic is easier said than done especially when you’re in a foreign country.
Luckily there are fruit vendors on almost every corner and more than a few bakeries to pop into, the trick is to keep them from spoiling in your new handbag as you weave through the heaving crowds.
Don’t be tempted to eat your breakfast at Tiffany’s! keep walking…
Finally we reached the edge of Central Park, opposite the famous Plaza Hotel where we found the perfect patch of grass under an oak tree.
We watched the world pass us by as we sipped our coffees and nibbled on the deliciously buttery croissants.
There was one last thing I had to do while I was in New York…
From the horse and carriage I admired the couples strolling lovingly along the footpaths, the children playing on the swings and the fact that Roberto, our driver was pocketing $60 every twenty minutes to circle the car park without the burden of having to pick up the poo.
These New Yorkers certainly know how to make a quick buck!
Lazing about Central Park was the perfect way to end my stay in New York. In a city brimming with things to do and see it isn’t easy to find the time to stand still and just breathe. And Isn’t it funny how it’s usually those really simple moments, lying under a tree and enjoying a cup of coffee that are the most fulfilling.
The next morning at 4 am I said goodbye to my Manhattan apartment, dragged my bags down the stairs past the sleepy doorman and hailed my last yellow taxi. My heart filled with sadness that my first trip to New York had now come and gone. After three weeks abroad it was time to make my way back to my Sydney, everything including Hyde Park seemed tiny in comparison to what I had experienced in this unbelievable city.
But before I could return home, back to the madness of reality I had to make one final stop…
Time to relax, unwind and revitalise…
Or so I thought.