Elizabeth

The Alice in Wonderland statue isn’t just a sculpture — it’s a climbable, touchable, quietly enchanting part of Central Park’s DNA. Nestled near the Conservatory Water, it feels like it was dropped there by storybook magic. Kids swarm it, scrambling over mushrooms and laughing beside a bronzed Cheshire Cat, while adults stand back, half-smiling with some half-remembered nostalgia. It’s worn smooth by decades of hands and weather, and that’s part of the charm — it’s meant to be touched, experienced, lived with. For a moment, amid the trees and the buzz of the city, whimsy wins.