A Sunday afternoon at the park

Naturally, the park can only mean Central Park. Having visited parks on disparate parts of the world and having seen some that are absolutely gorgeous from an aesthetic landscaping point of view, I must assert that Central park in Manhattan beats all of them on a human scale. No place in the world has it's diversity, craziness, it's pure theatricality. On any Sunday afternoon it becomes a magical place where the stars are it's visitors and those who want to put on a show for them. The whole experience is ineffable. One must experience it.