
Just off the posh square where a memorial to the Armenian genocide of 1915 stands soberly erect the Ten Bosch is a lovely neighborhood park with quiet niches and jungle gym enjoyment for the little ones. The greenery is meticulously manicured and the variety of textures and colors is genius. On a mid-October day I could see blooming flowers and autumnal leaves. The path through the park wanders amid lazy ponds and interestingly twisted trees

. Generally a weekly mid-day visit finds a motley crew of old men drinking pounders of Jupiler, sophisticatedly clad old ladies walking their pedigreed pooches, and mothers or grandparents sidling along with toddlers between their legs. The park packs out on a sunny Saturday or Sunday, but you still can find a bit of solitude save the excited cheers of boys playing soccer on the hidden, cyclone fence enclosed pitch.
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