This Sunday me and John headed down to the Park by foot since the subway was closed. We crossed the 11ths street, although we went the wrong direction. Now the park had signs saying it was closed, but we ventured on in, as most people around us. We passed and talked to a park-employee who was cleaning up after the hurricane. She did not seem the least bit interested in throwing us out so we kept going further into the park and had probably made it about ten streets or so when we where addressed by a car! It was a surreal situation when a car talks to you. It was a police car and they where throwing everyone out of the park. The problem was probably that mayor Bloomberg was afraid that a branch or a tree would fall down on some ones head. Which apparently happened to several people during the past weekend. We did as we where told by the car and left the park.
Today it was a different park that I visited during lunch. We bought take away at a place called Mangia, good but to price for me to become a regular, $17 for lunch... well it is mid town, but... anyway. Then we took the park and sat down in the green to eat and rest. Perfect weather, most like a good Swedish summer day: clear and exactly the right temperature. Yes those days are rare. We had a long lunch next to what looked like a fair. The park is grand, and houses all kinds of stuff. It was a good New York moment. And a good lunch.
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