July 30. Picnic in Central Park. Definitely European: brie with prosciutto and limoncello. We used the scooters to get there. I expected it to be difficult to find a spot at all, but we just stopped at the first location we came by and pushed the scooters onto the grass and into the shade. The people on the grass like a painting of Brueghel, only much more peaceful. Always helicopters, always the soft hum of electric motors on the West Drive, always voices, always music somewhere. Read.