New York. That sly lover. A city that has been so good to me. Mid-June I trampled in on its treats: garden parties, roof parties, sailing, cloud cover, a walk in the village with a former professor, trains, The Moth, diners, McSorley's light or dark, the many uses for a fire escape, Uniqlo, the Russian and Turkish Bath House, a bagel and park-walking, hotel bar cocktails (like the bramble: crushed ice, muddled blackberries, lavender, and gin), so many friends, and those two a.m. second dinners, for starters...
I hope to be back sooner than I can even imagine. For now, I will be posting quotes and photos from the trip.
Some quotes, as always, follow:
From a story at The Moth, June 12, "New York may not always be a refuge but this city left me with nowhere to run except into myself."
From the Rum House bar menu..."Music is the voice that tells us that the human race is greater than it knows." - Napoleon Bonaparte
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