“Let’s go to the Bronx Zoo on Saturday!”
That was ambitious. You would think that for someone who trekked four hours to the beach every weekend of the summer a trip to the Bronx from Hoboken is nothing. But you know how it is, it’s the weekend, you get lazy and you end up at the Central Park Zoo (which is still an accomplishment considering I had to train 45 minutes from Hoboken).
The Central Park Zoo is actually not bad, considering they don’t have giraffes and that their polar bear recently died (RIP Gus).
It was a fun day where the summer and autumn played along nature and the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze made an excellent mix. Confusing for your choice of wardrobe, but one of the best weathers for a stroll down what I consider Manhattan’s gem: Central Park.