It was nearly two years ago that I
traveled to New York to stay with some close friends. The concrete jungle, where
dreams are made of, in the City the never sleeps!
So here I was in Manhattan. Was I
overwhelmed? Yes. My first impressions were that this city was huge, nothing
like I had seen before. The cliché movie scenes were everywhere. Yellow Taxi’s.
Diners. Bagels. Star spangled flags. Broadway. Was I impressed? Somewhat. For
the first two weeks, although enjoyable, I just didn't get what it was that set
this City apart from the rest, what all the hype was about. Yes it was the city
that never sleeps – in a concrete jungle that radiated the summer heat like
I’ve never felt before. I knew something had to give; something had to blow me
away. And it did. It was The High Line.
The High Line is a public park built on an
historic freight rail line elevated above the streets on Manhattan’s West Side.
It is amazing. It is an aerial greenway that in my view is pure genius. The
fact that you are amongst the rooftops of one of the busiest cities in the
world then only to be able to escape to a place of absolute serenity and clever
landscape planning. I was in awe.
Sure NYC had central park, which in
fairness, itself is a sight to see. It was the first landscaped public park to
be built in the United States. It is situated in the heart of Manhattan and
serves as a great green space sanctuary amongst the hundreds of towering
skyscrapers. But like so many big cities, a public park built in the middle of
a city is nothing extraordinary. The recycling of a railway into an
elevated urban park is nothing short of phenomenal, in my view.
Surely the most liveable city in the world could do with a majestic aerial landscaped space? If New York is worthy then Melbourne is unquestionably worthy to play host to such a park.
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