Celebrate the Summer Solstice: New York

Paris has its lights, Rome its crooked alleys, London its misty Thames. But nowhere is as breathlessly romantic as New York City. You can’t put a price on love, so mix in some splurges alongside simpler pleasures.

Overlooking the Hudson and also the New Jersey Palisades, Wave Hill may be a public inexperienced area and cultural center with twenty eight acres of spectacular, themed gardens. (It’s conjointly one in every of the city’s most sought-after wedding spots.) Pack a lunch and create each day of it, traveling via either the one train or the Metro-North Railroad out of Grand Central Station. (Go to wavehill.org for a lot of elaborate travel directions.) as an alternative, pay a day in Fort Tryon Park at the Cloisters, a branch of the Metropolitan depository of Art dedicated to medieval Europe.

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I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while.Joan Didion

Joan Didion

I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later — because I did not belong there, did not come from there — but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month. Tapestries, manuscripts, glass, and works by silver- and goldsmiths area unit on show in an exceedingly building made of foreign twelfth- and thirteenth-century bailiwick items. The Cloisters is accessible by subway or bus; see here for details.

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