“Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting.
Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting.
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel;
They're making me feel I'm home.”--“Autumn in New York,” composed by Vernon Duke (1934)
A couple of Sundays ago, while visiting the New-York Historical Society, I took a short walk over to Central Park and absorbed the smells and sunlight associated with the mid-October day. I was especially taken with The Lake in the park—and, as you can see from this photo I took, so were many other walkers in the city that day.
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