It's where you take her on the first date for a nice stroll, a picnic if weather permits
It’s where you hang out with the mates and play some 5-a-side, on a pitch without lines, and goalposts made out of the shirts one of the sides has to play without
It’s where you take your family on a lazy Sunday afternoon
It’s where you go on your own, to walk a mile, relax, gather your thoughts
It’s where you go for some jogging
It’s where you go to enjoy nature and some peace in the midst of a chaotic, noisy city
It’s a perfect place to install art
It’s where you go once you grow old and the kids have moved out, to take a stroll with your grey-haired missus and your bald head
It’s where you go La’Primavera, where you’re sat on a blanket under a tree with your 6-month old baby-child on your lap
It’s where you go L'estate, where you be sat on a bench with your mate and flirt with the women in mini-skirts passing by
It’s where you go L'autunno, with your mom, sister and grandmother, where you take that passage through the small forest, under a Michelangelo roof nature has painted, and you can’t tell grandmother whether the mushrooms she’s spotted are eatable or poisonous.
It’s where you go L'inverno, where you take the girl you’ve been dating for 3 months to go ice-skating
It’s where you go to feed the ducks once you become so old they’re thinking about making a commemorative stamp with your face on it
Parks are brilliant! For so many reasons. Park’s the kind of place where most people leave the car at home and take the tram, or whatever, to get there.
The only downside I can think of is that parks are not the place you should pass through at night, especially not women.
I should walk parks more often when I visit other cities. Not walk through them, not just use them as a short cut. You don’t rush through parks, you stroll through them, preferably not on asphalt, but on walkways laid with those small, small stones, a mix of silver, grey and pink, that make a crunching sound as you walk it in your moseying shoes.
Parks rock!
It’s where you hang out with the mates and play some 5-a-side, on a pitch without lines, and goalposts made out of the shirts one of the sides has to play without
It’s where you take your family on a lazy Sunday afternoon
It’s where you go on your own, to walk a mile, relax, gather your thoughts
It’s where you go for some jogging
It’s where you go to enjoy nature and some peace in the midst of a chaotic, noisy city
It’s a perfect place to install art
It’s where you go once you grow old and the kids have moved out, to take a stroll with your grey-haired missus and your bald head
It’s where you go La’Primavera, where you’re sat on a blanket under a tree with your 6-month old baby-child on your lap
It’s where you go L'estate, where you be sat on a bench with your mate and flirt with the women in mini-skirts passing by
It’s where you go L'autunno, with your mom, sister and grandmother, where you take that passage through the small forest, under a Michelangelo roof nature has painted, and you can’t tell grandmother whether the mushrooms she’s spotted are eatable or poisonous.
It’s where you go L'inverno, where you take the girl you’ve been dating for 3 months to go ice-skating
It’s where you go to feed the ducks once you become so old they’re thinking about making a commemorative stamp with your face on it
Parks are brilliant! For so many reasons. Park’s the kind of place where most people leave the car at home and take the tram, or whatever, to get there.
The only downside I can think of is that parks are not the place you should pass through at night, especially not women.
I should walk parks more often when I visit other cities. Not walk through them, not just use them as a short cut. You don’t rush through parks, you stroll through them, preferably not on asphalt, but on walkways laid with those small, small stones, a mix of silver, grey and pink, that make a crunching sound as you walk it in your moseying shoes.
Parks rock!
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