have you found your urban sanctuary?
is it that big patch of grass in a park where no pets are allowed?
is it that spot that says "no trespassing" but you do anyways and you get away with it?
is it that cliff that's so high that the sounds of city life disappear?
is it smack in the middle of times square where the sounds are so loud, but strangely comforting?
last weekend we found "our spot". and it's just a short bike ride away. we rode our bikes up (and up and up, literally) to the jersey city heights neighborhood where there's a sunday morning farmers market in riverview fisk park. while the ride to get there was pretty intense with the steep hill and the incredibly hot and humid weather, the destination was worth it. we picked up some cold brew iced coffees from mod cup coffee, perused the vendors at the farmers market in the park, picked up fresh vegetables for the week (including the biggest bunch of basil i've seen, purchased for just $2), snagged some stuffed croissants and perched ourselves up on a weird concrete platform overlooking the NYC skyline.
when scouting for a spot to eat our goods, we spotted what looked like the remnants of a really cool building. there's nothing left but just the foundation a few steps up from ground level. do we go up there? it's so cool, why isn't anyone up there if we're allowed up there? is it going to fall apart if we go up there? my engineer mind said "lets do it! if its been here this long, 2 people aren't going to break it!" in reality, just the edges were a bit worn out, and it was quite the nice hideaway. hung likes sitting in the grass, but hates the bugs. this was the perfect compromise! a picnic on the concrete :P we had the best views though, so it really was a great spot. it was quiet, there was a breeze, we felt alone.
yeah, we'll be heading back. if not for the spot, definitely for the coffee, THE BASIL, and the spinach-and-cheese-stuffed croissants.
jersey city, you win my heart again.