This weekend, the hubs and I took Parker McPugface to the dog parks in Carl Shurz Park, which is basically my most favorite park in all of Manhattan. Forget that Parker doesn’t really DO dog parks–we tried both the large and small dog runs and he sat off to the side and stared at us. Carl Shurz is on the East River and the running/walking/strolling-pushing (duh, it IS the Upper East Side) path is more like a boardwalk. Basically: heaven.
While we soaked up the sun and tried to make our dog less socially retarded, I realized that visiting parks while traveling is a necessity for me. If one of the things we love most when we travel is a glimpse of the local life, then I’m positive that public parks are possibly the #1 place to experience the local culture first hand.
A few of my favorites?
Killarney National Park (still not convinced it wasn’t Fern Gully):
See also Great Falls Park, both Virginia (below) and the Maryland side (per the wino):
And of course, we can’t forget Central Park. Carl Shurz may be my local go-to, but I’ll be the first to admit that Central Park is pretty close to perfection:
I’m missing about a million more (Tuileries, for one!) but now this is just making me want to shut down my computer and bolt outside. Who’s with me?