Always something

One of the reasons I am so happy living in New York City is that there is always something to do, even when there is nothing to do. As often happens in life with an infant, my day got a little mixed up and I found myself alone with Belle in Central Park. And so, while Belle napped, I read the many dedications on the park benches around the Great Lawn. Memorials, marriage proposals, dedications to pets: each bench has a story. It was a lovely walk.