Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Central Park

"Along Central Park West, the taller apartment buildings jutted over the trees in solitary fashion like commuters on a railroad platform in the hours before the morning rush. The sky was Tiepolo blue.  After a week of sudden cold, the leaves had turned, creating a bright orange canopy that stretched all the way to Harlem. It was almost as if the park was a jewel box and the sky was the lid. You had to give Olmsted credit: He was perfectly right to have bulldozed the poor to make way for it."
Amor Towles, Rules of Civility

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