Buổi sáng Chủ Nhật chàng đưa tôi đi New York mang theo hai chiếc xe đạp. Chỗ chúng tôi khóa xe là đường thứ 10 và Gansevoort. Cuối đường High Line là đường thứ 30. Sau khi đi hết đường High Line chúng tôi đạp xe dọc theo bờ sông Hudson đến đường thứ 58 chạy thêm chừng hơn chục block nữa để vào West Side của Central Park.
Nơi đây tôi đã đuối sức nên ngồi nghỉ ăn cái hotdog uống nước và chụp tấm ảnh này. Mấy chục năm không đi xe đạp, hôm ấy đạp xe mấy cây số, đường dằn ê ẩm cả cái bàn tọa.
Ở ngay cổng vào Central Park du khách có thể thuê xe xích lô đạp đưa đi chơi vòng quanh. Tôi không biết giá thuê nhưng nếu thuê xe đạp thì 8 mỹ kim một giờ.
Mệt quá tôi nằm lăn trên bãi cỏ. Chú khuyển này đang đi với chủ cũng nằm lăn xuống cỏ nhai cọng cây khô chủ kéo mãi không đi.
Xe ngựa đưa du khách đi vòng quanh Central Park.
Hai cái xe đạp dựa lưng nhau nghỉ mệt.
Nằm ở bãi cỏ ngắm trời cây và đèn đường.
Đang nằm trên bãi cỏ tôi nghe tiếng vĩ cầm của một bản nhạc rất quen mà bất thình lình tôi không nhận ra. Mãi một lúc lâu tôi nhận ra đó là bài Hạ Khúc của Vivaldi. Có nghĩa là phần tôi nghe quen mà không nhận ra là bài Xuân. Tôi không sành nhạc cổ điển, nhớ được bài Hạ khúc vì hôm xưa đọc bài về Thanh Tâm Tuyền nhờ tìm tòi nghe nhiều lần nên còn nhớ loáng thoáng.
We altogether 12 people went in three cars, through Lincoln tunnel, turned right on 40th Street, turned left on 8th Avenue and went directly to West Central Park. At the corner of 64th Street we found enough space for three cars parking along the street. We spent a whole day wandering around the park. While people played and climbed those huge rocks, I found a tree shade and spread my cotton jacket on the ground and . . . slept. But I hardly was the only one. I found a lot of people lying around and some actually slept. It is cool, a little overcast, very comfortable for walking around. When we returned to our cars we found each car was given a ticket. We did not realize that we parked at the bus stop. The fine was 115 dollars. Ouch!
A few pictures. We went just around 1/3 of the park. Perhaps we will come back someday when we forget the pain of receiving the ticket.
This lampost is on West Central Park Avenue at the intersection 65 or 66th street along the wall of the building Ethic Culture.
Birds in the Central park are very bold, perhaps too familiar with humans. This little bird refused to fly away when I approached her. Horse carriage is one of the attractions. The drawback is we have to smell the dung. The middle picture is a glimpse of The Tavern on the Green. The policemen are talking to a foreigner, it seemed he complained about something. After that the policemen ran after a horse that came loosed. It is interesting because the horse followed the traffic rule. The street was one way so it would be even more horribly chaotic if the horse went against traffic.
The Frank’s cove. It looks very much Japanese
I walked around the ethic culture building and saw a few nice designs on a building next to the ethic culture building. Some wealthy people had such amazingly little flowers in a trough. I have the whole grove behind my house. Bragging The birds said best place to rest. Water lillies came in two colors, purple and pink.
814850fa10338205220042/q159509786.jpg” alt=”147″ height=”120″> The two break dancers in a performance. Lanscape in the central park. There are many performers in the park. This young fellow is an amazing drummer. The first time I have ever seen a black squirrel. I spotted this couple. At a glance I had thought that she was topless because her shirt was pale pink almost like naked skin.
9718/photo.html” target=”_blank” rel=”noopener”> I was not the only one who napped on the lawn. This lady was one too. The make shift house of a homeless person. The plastic sheet is large enough to cover a bench and also has a canopy.
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