This has got to be the worst carousel mojo Ive ever felt. Regardless of age, they belt you in -- who approaches a girl in her 20s all by herself and demands she buckle up on a carousel that barely moves? The carousel is beautiful, and the Gavioli band organ is a treasure. The figures out in front of it are gorgeous. But the carousel isnt as well taken care of as it should be: the ears of the horse beside me were worn to the wood and its neck seam was visible. Its obvious Playland only cares for their larger, flashier rides that provide more thrills. Playland feels like a dead park; its staff is surly and lifeless, and the overwhelming overconcern for everyones safety stifles any joy to be had in the beauty and history of the park.
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