I was in the city today and had plans to meet a friend for lunch. I noticed that the stores on Fifth Avenue already have their holiday decorations up. Seemed odd on such a mild day. But beautiful.
I drove past this little park on East 51st street that I had never seen before:
After I parked, I walked past it and saw people enjoying themselves in the area. I don’t know if you can see it in the photo, but there’s a lovely waterfall in the back. There was a big sign explaining that it was a “private space open to the public” and there was a long list of things you could and could not do. You could eat this, but not that, drink this, not that, etc. Well, with the beautiful trees and the waterfall, I decided it was the nicest private space open to the public I have ever seen, so I took a few photos and was careful to eat and drink nothing.
After lunch I brought my friend back to look at the space. All the people had gone, but I noticed a sign that I hadn’t see when I took the other pictures.
Still can’t read it? It said this:
Okay, Private Space Open To The Public, get over yourself! I mean you’re beautiful and everything, but no photos? You’re too important to be photographed?
I now am going to make it my mission to mark the seasons by the changes in the Private Space Open To The Public. I am now officially its paparazzi stalker.
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