It’s finally starting to feel like Spring. In my opinion, it’s New York’s best season. Though fleeting, as the sweltering Summer creeps in quickly igniting the eternal smell of urine and trash, springtime brings the city alive with cherry blossoms and rosé. Even the native New Yorkers can’t help but let a smile or two escape as they acknowledge strangers on the crosswalk.
My favorite parts about springtime in the city:
Not sweating and not freezing on my walk to the subway.
Leaving the windows open at night.
After-work drinks al fresco.
After-work dinner al fresco.
Picnics in the park.
Movies in the park.
No more down coats/sweating in the subway.
Brooklyn Botanical Garden.
No more tights wedgies.
The Met Gala.
Peonies at every bodega.
The famers markets.
Fruity gin drinks.