Giant picnic in Central Park
Yesterday, the New York Philharmonic Orchestra invited 35,000 of their closest friends to a picnic with spectacular live music in Central Park. Every summer the NY Phil performs a free concert in Central Park on the Great Lawn.
The day began with an afternoon shower putting a question mark on whether people would show up for the evening concert in The Park. John and I decided on going regardless of the weather and headed out to Central Park West at 86th Street around 6:30 for an 8:00 performance. We felt pretty smug having packed a couple of blankets and bottles of cold water. When we exited the 4,5,6 train and stepped onto the entrance to the park, we were folded into a stream of people. "Could all these people be going to the concert?" Duh! Yes.
When we arrived at the Great Lawn, a mass of humanity was sprawled on the green carpet of grass. It looked like an up-scale refugee camp. We gradually picked our way through the puzzle of blankets and shoes to find our own spot on the lawn. The other campers had immense spreads of wine, cheese, delicate meats, salads and candles. I've never wanted to beg for food until right then. By the time we got our blanket positioned, my mouth was watering from the mixture of smells and visual delights.
John and I had no idea that this was a picnic. The New York community gathered in one spot to relax, drink, eat and socialize as one. Some groups were small, numbering 2. Some, were huge, numbering 10 or more. Great music blared from the gigantic speakers, people toasted the beautiful NY weather and ... we all took a deep breath.
A rousing rendition of John Phillip Souza's Stars and Stripes Forever concluded with fireworks. Not just a little boom-boom. No, this was a practice run for the 4th. New York never ceases to amaze me. How can the largest city in the US feel like small town America? Size does not preclude the need for community, even if the "community" is 35,000 strong. Good job New York!