Where the Wild Thyme Blows – My Day at Secret Summer NYC
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Earlier this August, I took a 20 minute cab ride from my place in Brooklyn into seemingly another world.