It was November so the trees were tinged with autumn colours as we started from one end of the huge park and slowly meandered to the far end. In spite of its beauty and size, it was impossible to escape the sound of traffic. Continue reading New York’s Central Park
One of my daughters raved about New York but it was never a place I wanted to visit. I’d rather be surrounded by trees than high-rise. But when she suggested we meet up there for the Remembrance Day, long weekend, I was soon on a flight that crossed the continent.
We hung out in Brooklyn for a day which appeared other worldly with an overload of Jewish men in traditional garb, posters in Hebrew and even buses with Hebrew calligraphy along the side.