If you get bored of Central Park, head north to Harlem. While exploring the neighborhood today, I bumped into the park of my dreams — rocky, smart, beautiful place with public art, an amphitheater, and a swimming pool.
And then, of course, I had to hop on the One train downtown to Julliard School just in time for the private concert of young composers. The concert was phenomenal. You can imagine, I forgot the way to the elevator and stumbled upon dozens of cellos, drums, and pianos scattered around the corridors — a surreal scene. For a moment, I wanted to summon my sleeping bag to dispatch myself under a grand piano and spend a night right there in the middle of New York but alas.
By the way, a cello case for a musician is like a pair of chopsticks for a Korean — it’s yours: it stays with you, it ages with you, it struggles with you (and flies with you on the plane).