Pocket Parks and Secret Courtyards
Behind an unmarked gate, a retired caretaker unlocks a courtyard at noon, watering geraniums while city noise dissolves. We sat there, sharing sandwiches and stories. Tell us your midday sanctuary, and we’ll map it.
Pocket Parks and Secret Courtyards
Some tiny parks grow from former rail spurs and loading bays, keeping the memory of movement in their lines. Count the rails in planters, hear distant whistles, and leave a note for tomorrow’s wanderer.