They say nostalgia makes you see the past through rose-tinted glasses. That your memory is flawed. That those times you yearn for are not as great as you think.
True this may be in some cases, I call BS when it comes to Bronxville, New York. 10708 represent.
There’s no need for a lot of words for this post, but allow me to say that this place more than made up for the stink, crowd, and everything that frustrated (err…euphemism) me about downtown.
Bronxville is more than beautiful. It’s picture-perfect. It is a haven.
I can’t thank my host enough!
Now, for those postcard-worthy scenes.
More of my travels here.
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