The entrance looks like it’s laughing at my indecision about rides.

I couldn’t help but smile as I stood before the towering entrance of Luna Park. Its vibrant art deco design seemed to mock the gray seriousness of the city’s skyscrapers in the distance. The ferris wheel spun lazily against the clear sky, each cabin catching a glint of sunlight like a tiny jewel. A few people wandered past me, their laughter mingling with the faint hum of carnival music drifting from within. For a moment, it felt like stepping into a postcard from another era—a place where joy was unapologetically loud and unapologetically present.