Walk into this postage stamp park on the north side of 51st Street between Second and Third avenues and the fighting turbulence of New York City…
... simply disappears.
Hundreds of tons of water tumble down 20 feet of rock face every hour. A side river leads towards the falls over a bed of pebbles, rustling the air with a gentler acoustic perfume.
There are chairs and tables, some right up close where a soft mist adds to the sense-surround experience.
The air is laden with ozone lending a feeling of well-being.
Sight, sound, touch, smell.
A five minute holiday, far, far away.
Grid reference D5 on our Midtown maps.
... simply disappears.
Hundreds of tons of water tumble down 20 feet of rock face every hour. A side river leads towards the falls over a bed of pebbles, rustling the air with a gentler acoustic perfume.
There are chairs and tables, some right up close where a soft mist adds to the sense-surround experience.
The air is laden with ozone lending a feeling of well-being.
Sight, sound, touch, smell.
A five minute holiday, far, far away.
Grid reference D5 on our Midtown maps.
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