We have a tiny playground right outside our apartment building. Just a slide and a couple of fairly deadly-seeming cast iron rocking animals (Puppy and Horse — although Puppy is patently a panda, Badger insists he’s Puppy) and a bit more broken glass and cigarette butts than I’d prefer, but you can’t beat the convenience on a day when the thought of walking up a hill is enough to keep you huddled in front of the air conditioner.
Hooray for pictures!
Muddling Through 