More of the Bike Trip
We were soon bewitched and enthralled.
C eats mango on a stick having dressed to the socks in its color exactly.
The mens room contains an "Activity Center". An inspired, audacious and far-sighted convenience! (I refer you to the comments following this post at Towleroad.)
In Fort Tryon Park, I am arrested by the sweet sight of this group. I strained to hear their whispers, and was reminded of a certain Simon and Garfunkel song.
We dismount where the fluted columns of a neglected overlook provide the faded grandeur for the day’s portraits.