Way up in the northwest stretches of the Bronx, tucked between two major thoroughfares, you’ll find 28 acres of a precious New York City amenity: quiet.

That’s about three Washington Square Parks of near silence, or a Hudson Yards-size peaceful place, which might not sound like that much. But once summer descends on New York, and its inhabitants swarm the city’s parks with blankets and bare skin, it’s hard to find even five square feet of it. Add the joggers, the selfie sticks, the day-drunk bros, the horse-drawn carriages in Central Park, the horse poop in Central Park and … remind me why I left the house again?

Wave Hill has approximately none of those things, which is one of many good reasons to make the trip to Riverdale.