It may sound strange to non-Manhattanites, but I was daunted by the idea of August in the city with a child, especially with her daddy (and evening wrestling buddy) out of town on business for much of the month and my belly expanding daily. As luck would have it, our favorite neighborhood friends were also here, and it turned out to be non-stop fun: daily trips to the playground, gymnastics camp with Elsa, play dates, and outings like this one, which turned into an impromptu Chelsea Market picnic on the High Line, a recently opened park on what used to be derelict train tracks in the Meatpacking District. Our friend Sara Blackburn (sarablackburn.com) provided the photography, as usual.
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