Place Paragraph

Near Times Square, there is a sanctuary called central park, a beautiful part of heaven, in this wild, noisy place called New York City. All around there are: trees, shrubbery, rocks, water, people, and their pets, and horse drawn carriages. Across the street it is back to reality of the real world that they call New York City. Now down many streets we finally reach Times Square bright, loud, but somehow comforting but at the same time overwhelming.
Down a couple blocks there is the building in which they make the New York Times, it looks like a postcard dark but not too dark, light but not too light, somehow a bit unnerving but nevertheless beautiful.
New York City is a whole world of its own it can be most things you dream of about or even see on TV or postcard. All in all New York City feels like home in a strange yet delightful way.