Washington Square park is one of my favorite places in the city. It's a square of concrete filled with wonderfully weird villagers and NYU students. Nothing is ever normal there (actually nothing is normal in NY). But I love how all groups of people migrate for a few hours a day to read, write, play, smoke or meditate. Today I walked from my apartment to
Also in the northeast corner of this concrete oasis, is a playground. Like most
Around chapter 5, my ADD kicked in and I needed to move. I walked from the northeast corner to the southwest corner to the
Some owners sat on benches surrounding the dog park, while others stood in the center yelling at other dogs, nervous that their dog would get sniffed from behind. I saw the young hippie with his matching mutt that he “rescued” from the UES shelter. The mutt would run in circles with the golden retriever whose owner was taking pictures to document the outing. I saw the older woman that no longer has animals but still brings biscuits for every dog at the park. I saw the young guy with his French bulldog puppy that he was excited to introduce to the park. The frenchy wanted nothing to do with the park instead walking from owner to owner begging for attention.
I like the world where dogs and humans have our own parks that mirror eachother. And, I like that we are not that different.
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