A picnic in New York is a special occasion. You plan ahead, picking a place with grass (or at least not too much foot traffic). You only bring as much as you can carry (and are willing to lug back). But the joy of leaving your apartment’s concrete stoop, venturing far and wide to set up that checked blanket (or old sheet or stack of IKEA bags)…that’s living. Surrounded by thousands of others doing the same, that is when you absorb the city. When you realize all any New Yorker really wants is to drink wine in the sunshine.