Queens, the forgotten burough

Today we took a giant bike ride in Queens. The purported purpose was to go to the Queens Museum, which is in the middle of Flushing Meadows Corona Park*.

We ended up finding a previously-unknown wetland preserve (Turtles! Nature!), a Colombian Independence Day parade and dance party (Stilt-walkers! Children in costume!), and a really nice, newly-reopened museum (Art! A GIANT model of the entire city!).

*This must be the worst name for a park in the history of the world. It sounds like a euphemism for the sewage treatment plant of  New York City.