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Sunday, April 6, 2014
NYT: A Guide to New York’s Hidden Oases of Calm
"Somewhere in Manhattan, a lone peacock struts past the quince and laurel in a churchyard garden; further uptown, a Beaux-Arts mansion opens its doors onto a massive, storied collection of Spanish art; in Brooklyn, hung-over yogis rise and unroll their mats under a ceiling draped in silk. These are the sorts of tranquil scenes toward which Siobhan Wall’s “Quiet New York” (Frances Lincoln, out today)— a slim, illustrated guide to the city’s “hidden corners and unexpected vistas” — steers both tourists and natives seeking solace and refuge in a city where both are hard to come by."
‘Quiet’ and ‘New York’ are two terms rarely uttered in tandem, but why not? These are the days when blogs detail the best places to publicly cry in the city, when it’s revealed that, among the nacho stands and Nets gear, the Barclays Center contains a meditation room. In its subtle and unassuming manner, the book — the latest in a series of guides to Quiet London, Amsterdam, and Paris — seeks out uncommon calm everywhere from lesser-known museums to secret gardens and idiosyncratic shops. Beloved stalwarts are listed alongside imperfect idylls — the author is as drawn to the boat wrecks on the battered Greenpoint waterfront as she is to the plotted plantings and medieval tapestries of the Cloisters — but the book’s primary criterion for inclusion is a lack of noise.
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I think I need to revisit New York City. Unlike many visitors of record, my several dozen visits over the years did not involve a lot of unpleasant noise, or local rudeness. Quite the opposite...compared to here, downright southern hospitality in NYC ...or maybe I'm not very sensitive. Anyway, in my mind's eye NYC means fantastic food from tiny deli's to great restaurants, great museums and great theater on or off Broadway....all accessible from good to great hotels. My business in NYC was business, private sector or federal/military, and seemed disconnected from the city environment.
I am weird this way...my recollections are personal to me...like after decades of military and federal work, Washington DC, the main thing, for me anyway, is the Smithsonian. Most of the rest of DC is noise.
If can twist better-half Judi's arm or my daughter's arm in to a "just for the hell of it trip to NYC," I am going to do so.
There are many great places to hang out and relax in the bustling city. Especially in Brooklyn.
The Brooklyn Botanical Garden is an oasis of beauty in the midst of the city. Now the Cherry Blossoms are about to flower and it is beyond beautiful.
Believe it or not but the Fairway in Red Hook has an outside patio where it's bakery is that you can sit outside and enjoy coffee and Danish with a million dollar view.
My favorite is of course the Louis Valentino Pier in Red Hook where you can almost reach out and touch the Statue of Liberty.
It is just about my favorite place to sit and think.
Well beside the toilet. You know what I mean.
Aridog/
BTW, where did you meet your wife, Judi? I ask only because I was once engaged to a Colonel's daughter named Judi long, long, ago in a Galaxy far, far away.. :)
Virgil ... met her right here in Detroit well over 30 years ago. No Colonel's daughter, actually a Postman's daughter. He'd been a Corporal in 3rd Army Headquarters in WWII.
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