
It's a charmed day spent when you're just lazily walking along Putra Perdana Garden at the top of a hill - with sun on your face and wind on your hair. You need to have a bottle of water with you since there are no canteens nor ambulant vendors at the hilltop. Of course, there's the Shangri-La Hotel, but do you really venture on getting your Coca Cola from this boutique hotel?
GOOD AND BAD MEMORIES
There was a time I steered clear from parks. You would too if you were mugged by a couple of maruecos at a lovely park in Madrid, just 2 hours off my Parisian train. But paranoia heals with time; the scars left are mere footnotes at the back of your head. But since then, I have had this love-hate affair with parks. In fact, once back in London, I couldn't pass the day over without a visit to one of the city's (where I lived for 2 years) royal or public parks. Regent's Park was a favorite, with its swans poetically gliding the glistening algae-infested waters; so was Green Park near the palace. The sprawling Hyde Park near Kensington Palace. And of course, Cricklewood Park just 2 blocks from my flat, where I have taken a hundred runs to stay fit or just to clear my mind from my solitary existence in the British capital. I particularly remember a day after a tiresome run where a woman passed me by to remark, "You are not going to make it!" Haha. I must have looked like I was gonna drop down the grounds. I stayed under a canopy and heard the sound of saxophone lustily blowing a music that stirs my soul.
This garden on Putrajaya Hill brings back such memories, and frees my mind like an Eye in the Sky!


Up next: Prime Minister's Office (Putra Perdana)
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