Idyllic, rolling hills and lush green grasses lead toward a single, central feature: the carousel. It sits in the center of this bucolic park, at the juncture of a cross formed by the four main paths of the park. On Tuesdays, the carousel becomes a sort of living Elvis tribute, with stained-glass peacocks that look too fragile to ride (but aren't!) going round-and-round backward beneath a gaudy display of gold plating, playing an odd mix of Elvis music all stitched together seemingly at random, skipping between songs willy-nilly. The rest of the time...