It was a beautiful day in Central Park. Sunny, blue skies, warm. I was walking by Bethesda Fountain, one of the oldest and renowned public works in New York.
Off-set by pink flowers, on the south side a raucous group of street performers in red had gathered a crowd, the angel in the middle seemed to be watching their routine as well.
I walked around the fountain, looking at the boats on the pond. Boating in Central Park is high on my list of NYC to-dos. It looks like so much fun and is surprisingly cheap- $12 for the first hour then $3 for each additional 15 minutes. Take note gentlemen- this is a swoon-worthy date idea.
I looked across the pond at the people in the boats, wishing I had someone to go boating with. Couples and families looked so peaceful, separated from the break-neck speed of the rest of the city. A leisurely ride, each moment enjoyed rather than a power rush to a destination. I stood at the edge of the pond, watching a little child feed the ducks and several Italian tourists marvel over turtles.
I left the pond’s edge, headed towards the east side of the park. The crowded cheered for the street performers who had finished a series of acrobatic tricks. I turned my head away from them, and my eyes met these ladies.
Were they like me, wishing they had grooms to boat with? Were they part of some stunt, a promotion? Were they waiting for their husbands to finish watching the street performers? I saw no tuxedo-ed men in the area. I didn’t approach them for, as the picture illustrates, they weren’t exactly approachable. So I’ll never know what their deal was! What do you think??
On another note, Happy Fourth of July!