Past 3rd Avenue, the Upper East Side begins in earnest.
Here, the landscape changes abruptly, with stately mansions and colonial-era porticoed houses standing in the shadow of slightly more recent tenements and apartments. There is a period, provincial feel that reminded me, strangely of Appalachia.
Incidentally, the Appalachian Trail begins up in New York State and continues all the way down South till Mississippi and Tennessee. But here, on 92 Street, one gets a bit of the South, the North and everything in between.
The plant-life here is at its most luxuriant, shifting from deep olive green to shades of gold and vermilion. It is the perfect complement to those ornate, age-old facades that have stood the test of time, even as the city around them has changed.
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