~nyc day sixteen~
Sunday, July 21st, 2013Ancram Revolutionary War cemetery. As the stereoview bought today reminds: “One by one the sands are flowing…”
Ancram Revolutionary War cemetery. As the stereoview bought today reminds: “One by one the sands are flowing…”
Oppressively hot day. Ran errands (European drivers licenses, trains to friends in Yonkers) and in between slipped into the cool, civilized oasis that is Cafe Luxembourg.
Frank ! I went back to the kitchen and they gave me the recipe for the chicken that haunts my dreams. Fava bean and roast vegis on the right. Wandering our old East Village haunts, Bongwater’s Folk Song was circling my brain: “…and I said, ‘Hello death, goodbye Avenue A…’”
Scrambling over the island in preparation for a dinner party we hosted, thinking of that opening line: “Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself” and wondering how different her day would have been had Mrs. D bought said flowers amidst a heat index of 108 degrees.
Alfonso gives a royal wave from the balcony. Shot from our friend’s office window just across the street.
A couple of gals spotted in Brooklyn today.
The amazing New Yorker Hotel, “where night turns into play.” Built in 1930 and essentially it’s own ecosystem, it had 43 floors, 23 elevator operators, 20 desk clerks, 92 “telephone girls,” and more than 2,500 rooms, each with “a radio with a choice of four stations,” powered by the building’s own generator, which produced the […]
A flat full of old friends and their wee girls by day, a walk from Hell’s Kitchen through Chelsea, the Village and Soho by night.
Summer storm chased our guests off of the terrace, swallowed the Empire State (that blue glow is a bottom deck of the tower) and reflected the city’s light back upon it rather theatrically.