A neighborhood on Chicago's South Side. Most famous as the home of the University of Chicago. With a mix of owner-occupied houses and large rental apartment blocks, Hyde Park is home to a mixed-income, ethnically diverse community.

Notable features include:

Of course there's much more. See also: http://www.uchicago.edu/ http://www.chicagomaroon.com/hyde/ and even http://www.hpherald.com/

Hyde Park, NY is a small town located half way between Albany, NY and New York City. It was settled in 1742 and is now a residential community. Hyde Park sits on the east bank of the Hudson River. It is known for several different reasons.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt National Historic Site: The estate that FDR was born in, grew-up in, lived in as an adult and is buried at, is located in Hyde Park. Various presidents have visited this site, as well as held peace summits there. This is a national park site.

The Vall-Kill Estate: This was Eleanor Roosevelt’s get away. She often stayed at this cottage to get away from all that went on at FDR’s estate. This is a national park site.

Vanderbilt Estate: A 54-room estate located on top of a hill that overlooks the Hudson River. This national park site is not only a tourist attraction, but also a favorite for locals. The spacious lawns provide for excellent places to lay in the sun, play frisbee and picnic. This estate is also known for its gardens. The Vanderbilt garden is a beautiful three-tier garden with a wide assortment of flowers. (and guess what?) This is a national park site.

The Culinary Institute of America (CIA): The CIA is world famous for training chefs. The CIA is also located on the Hudson River. There are several different restaurants inside the institution where people come to eat. Students at the institute prepare these meals. Personally, I would try to make reservations at least two months in advance. There is also an informal lunch restaurant there (no reservations required).

Mills Mansion: Ogden Mills’ mansion has 65-rooms. It is beautiful and is also located on the Hudson River.

Beyond these historic sites, Hyde Park is also unique because it is home to a drive-in movie theater and a reconstructed 1940’s diner. The Eveready Diner is the place to be in Hyde Park.

Hyde Park, in Tampa, FL is snuggled in the southern end of the city, near another wealthy neighborhood, Parkland Estates.
Hyde Park is about one square mile in area (I think???? it doesn't seem very large) and besides residences (mostly posh townhouses), it is home to several department stores attached to a shopping center, restaurants and an AMC movie theatre.
The trees are well established, the parking is free, and the AMC has very good popcorn.

A fairly pleasant park in the Sydney CBD bounded by Elizabeth, Liverpool, College and Prince Streets as well as St James Road, with park street running through the middle.

It is serviced by St James and Museum stations, and has many seats, paths, war memorials, and ponds throughout. It is also inhabited by mice and possums.

Being well a kept, pleasant place it is frequented by all the varied types that inhabit the city.

An open park in the centre of Leeds, England, across the road from the back of Leeds University. There aren't any fences or hedges around the border - you can wander in and out of Hyde Park from any direction, day or night. There are large chestnut and sycamore trees all around its outer edge, and inside are wide open expanses of grass crisscrossed with paths. During the day the paths are busy with cyclists, rollerbladers, skateboarders and pedestrians, and at night they are almost empty - Hyde Park is not safe at night, being unlit and unpoliced, and wise people enter only in groups. That said, I used to walk through every night after dark until someone told me to stop, and I never felt any danger.

The areas around the park, particularly around Hyde Park Corner, used to have one of the worst crime records in England, with one road, Chestnut Avenue, being the most burgled street in the country. The area has been changing over the last 10 years, as has most of Leeds, with the influx of students and money. Leeds has been going through an economic boom, part of the 'revival' of the North of England, and I lived in Woodhouse, right beside Hyde Park, for almost a year without ever seeing any trouble. One morning I came out of my front door to see the neighbour's car up on bricks and missing its tyres, but that's about as bad as it got.

On summer days, Hyde park fills up with jugglers, hippies, sunbathers and freaks, and queues of twelve-year-old kids in torn baggy pants line out the gates of the skate park at the bottom of the hill. New Yorkshire yuppies play frisbee in their bare feet with their mobile phones hidden in their trendy shoes nearby, and blonde-dreadlocked slackers share spliffs under the shade of the trees that line every walkway. The main road by the university is full of cars on their way to or from the saturday shopping slaughterhouse, but somehow you can't hear them in the halo of the trees.

I would call my friends in the early afternoon and we'd meet there, trickling into the central areas from our various directions. Matt would bring thuds, and do twirly ball tricks for the benefit of little kids. Jake would bring his unicycle, which he would ride for 5 minutes until his crotch ached, and then he would lie down and smoke, or play football. Mike would bring his fire stuff, and attract a lot of attention blowing big plumes of lit paraffin. Once, when I wasn't there, he burnt off his eyebrows and eyelashes - he always spoke about it with pride afterwards. Eric would amble along from wherever he was currently living, in his big dirty duffle coat, and say hi to everyone in an embarrassed kind of way - he always seemed to be embarrassed to be seen out in public. People would come and go. The sun would gradually head west and the park would get cooler, and the pink-and-green sign over the Tandoori house would flicker on.

Hyde Park is a nexus. You can see the endless, doll-like rows of houses in the hollow between it and Woodhouse Ridge, unreal, so clear it looks like you could pick one up and pop it in your mouth. You can see the white tower of the Parkinson building in the University, with its four clock faces that tell slightly different times. You can see across the city centre and the west, where on heavy days a sickly smog builds around the setting sun.

There's an outdoor bowls green hidden behind scraggly hedges and a gate, where we once went when we were drunk and started cheering madly at every slow, measured cast, glared at disapprovingly by old men in starched shirts. There's a wide oval ring of tall trees where I played with a boomerang one day, until the inevitable happened - it got caught in the branches, and I spent the next half an hour throwing sticks and stones at it until it finally fell. A young girl and her mother stared at me as they walked through the park on their way...wherever. At the entrance near the University there is a statue of the Duke of Wellington, staring off into the distance with the sort of air that enables a man to command an army and make decisions of life and death - pompous asshole. Someone obviously felt the same way, because one morning on my way to the University I noticed that his boots had been painted bright red, at a single stroke turning him from an intimidating symbol of old imperial power into a sad old clown. It's been four years now, and the paint is still there. Maybe everyone likes it better that way.

Hyde park is the center of Leeds - the real center, not the choked interior of the city, with its Victorian arcades and tiny streets, but the empty, bright heart of it. Sometimes it is made explicit, and there are outdoor concerts, jumble sales, festivals, even (once a year) unicycle races, but it would be the center even without these things. All true centers are empty - places where people can gather for no reason other than to be around other people. No one wants to stay in the city centre. You can't rest there, all you can do is buy things, eat, go to theaters, clubs, pubs. You're always on your way somewhere, or always about to leave, bound by time and cramped in space. Hyde Park is part of what makes Leeds a habitable city - a truly public space, with no walls, only soft green borders that don't make you feel like you're locked in, or locked out.

Hyde Park, Leeds. According to local hippy mythology, ley lines meet in this undeniably strange locale. A home to a unique conflagration of hedonists and procrastinators, Hyde Park simultaneously plays host to the highest population of musicians, per capita, in Europe. But then, as is the way with LS6 (a postcode held in proud reverence by many inhabitants, treated with scorn by the uninitiated), most of these are procrastinating, or simply getting their shit together. Hyde Park is a Mecca of creative freedom, but then, very little actually gets done. Something to do, perhaps, with the ever present purple haze hanging seductively in the air

Hyde Park is a Never Never Land. Round here, you never need grow up. You never need do without a party. Just follow your ears. Certainly, there's a higher proportion of nutters around here than pretty much any non-festival environment that you can think of in Sunny England. But then, most of them are pretty good value. That said, look out for the nutter with one ear missing. Avoid at all costs.

Sites of interest
The Hyde Park Cinema is the oldest independent movie house in the UK, and show a spectacular selection of arthouse and independent movies. There are a proliferation of delivery services, meaning that one can come by alcohol, varying forms of combustibles (mostly less than legal), and a wide variety of other such fine toxins, day and night, just a phone call away. And the ice cream vans, playing their particularly odd chimes (one moos, another plays the James Bond theme tune, too fast, too high and too loud) 12 months of the year, have long been suspected of having more merchandise for sale than they might paint on their windows.
The Hyde Park weird is situated near the skate park. But I'm not going to explain it for you. That would take away the fun of discovering it for yourself, brave traveller.

Hyde Park. I never really want to leave. But then, one can only procrastinate in a place like this for so long before you well and truly become one of the nutters. Ah well. If you see a happily stoned form, nonchalantly juggling devil sticks on a hot summer's afternoon, give him a smile. He might even be me. Oh yeah, and thanks for the Spelling corrections. Too much LS6, not enough brains.

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