Spuyten Duyvil is surprisingly beautiful; i know a limited area - the walk from Arlington Avenue to the train tracks that led up a meandering hill as I walked the long way home, a rather incredible experience and so different from what one would expect. There are privet hedges everywhere, lime trees (plain trees, in this country you call them Linden trees - that bloom a glorious green scent), the waxy privet and mown grass scent of its delicate flowers, musk trees in full bloom, houses nestled into the side of the hill as if birds had built their nests there and settled like cliff swallows. I am not American and never knew this side of New York and certainly this isn't the impression one is ever given of the Bronx, so it is in the interest of this that I shall post some of these photographs and make an effort when next in NYC to visit and take more photographs of the general area. For now, these few shall have to suffice, but I found the whole of it most inspiring and therefore it crops up in my poetry as well which you can always find on the Tant Mieux page so feel free to click here or visit Tant Mieux.
Be well, welcome to summer,
s.r.p.