Up near Gracie Mansion the rows of condos and aparments all sit far back from the street, providing a nice wide avenue to walk up. However the open feeling is almost destroyed by the sheer scale of some of the buildings around here, but as you get up to Carl Shurz Park, immediately you're freed from the heavy shade of the buildings.
The trees take over where the buildings left off, as the winding path of the park peeks through the fence every couple of feet. Half a block away the dull roar of the FDR can be heard, but not before the incessant blaring of the Mister Softee truck passes by.
While East End avenue is far from the shortest street in the borough, it certainly feels as if it were created just to appease those who want to be as far away from the city while still being on the island of Manhattan.