Hey, totally! I love chasing those rooftop green hideouts – it’s like the city’s secret jungle gym. Just yesterday I slipped into a tucked‑away balcony over a café, and there were vines curling over the railing, a tiny pond with frogs, and the sun casting dappled shadows on the concrete. The best part? The rooftop was still in the middle of a quiet alley, and the only sound was a distant jazz sax. If you’re up for it, let’s pick a date and hit one of those spots together – I’ll bring my notebook and a snack, you bring the curiosity, and we’ll uncover the city’s green bones!