"The Bird Park." We spent more time than I had expected to there -- nearly an hour. We walked across quaint bridges, saw flamingos and macaws and toucans, and a host of others. Ellen bought the appropriate bags of nourishment to feed the ducks, swans, and various colorful larger birds, some from South America, who would eat right out of her hand. She loved it, and the aviary was beautiful, the water and trees and birds. Secretly, however, I was a bit disappointed. They'd scaled it back during the war, and maybe if you'd never been through it back then it seemed wonderful. But if you had, it was a reminder that winning the war had many price tags attached to it."