In a jungle of man-made, how nice to glance at things that breathe that also aren't attempting to cat-walk straight through you. (I almost lost an appendage. Offender not photographed except in my nightmares.) Much nicer to perusers, this glorious little tribute was an escape from the fast, skyscraper erecting world outside its gates. The 52-acres of Brooklyn's Botanical Garden is worthy of oooh's and ahhh's all around, especially after the much recommended 2 cups of coffee. Note: impressive range of species and the mist filled greenhouse of tropical plants where I could have hung a hammock from the orchids and gladly never returned.