It snowed! And it’s bloody cold. But not so cold to put me off trekking to Midtown to see what Central Park looked like.
I managed to drag an unenthusiastic Dylan along (“I’m from Minnesota! I know what snow looks like!”) and we entered the park at 72nd Street, where Winter Jam was underway.
The organisers had blasted even more snow over a section of the park and set up mini ski slopes, snowboarding ramps, snowshoe stands and even a field for Quidditch. But the place was heaving, so we trudged through the crowds and past thousands of dogs in puffer jackets and mini snowboots and headed to the south of the park.
There the snow was untouched and it was beautiful.