After leaving my temporary office in the Shakespeare Garden, I walked up to Belvedere Castle, a "folly" in the world of Victorian gardening, and then through the natural ecosystem known as The Ramble. Without any predetermined path, and that's the only way to walk here, I wandered through this intentionally natural part of the park. Still, several people were squirreled away in The Ramble, mainly birders with binoculars around their necks, and I came across several solitary souls sitting on benches. Many were dressed in pastel sports shirts, so they seemed like Easter eggs.
Because the Ramble works in mysterious ways, I wandered over the Azalea Bridge, near the area you see here, and then made my way east. I emerged at the southeast corner of the Ramble at the Loeb Boathouse. Once there, I decided to set aside my original intention of drinking tea at the Met for something else. I will explain soon enough.
Image: The Ramble, near the Azalea Bridge, Central Park, approx. 2:15 p.m.
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