Central Park is one of my favourite parts of New York, in spite of spending one of the worst days of my life here. I love the way you can get lost in the woods, but still see the apartment blocks on either side. One of the things I love about New York is that the unexpected is common place. So, in November there is an ice skating rink (part of the Trump Park according to the posters), and a bunch of people dancing on roller skates. Plus a nutter smoking dope and getting upset when I got my camera out.

I had some spare time on my last day, and ventured north of the reservoir.