New York: Saluting the City Sun
As a native New Yorker, I've always been a little miffed at being presumed to loathe nature. In movies and on TV, we kvetch about mud on our Manolos and bugs on the screen door.
In truth, though, we crave the outdoors more than any Portland-dweller. Trees are my best friends. Grass is my long lost luvah. And doing yoga outside feels like it was meant to be—expansive, free, intimate—like skinny-dipping in a lake. Which is why it's so delicious that it's finally outdoor-yoga-class season. And it seems like there are more places than ever offering a patch of grass (or roof) in the great, dirty, balmy outdoors.
Last month there was Times Square yoga during the solstice—an amazing way to literally experience calm within the chaos. And as summer trots on, there are plenty other quieter (relatively speaking) options.
I'm guessing there are zillions more—do you have a favorite place to practice outdoors in our sweaty jungle?



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