Loving the diversity of NYC.
a fast and furious almost-summer_light pick-up game at W 4th.
skateboards on the subway.
Only in NYC. Yellow trousers? Could be Miami. A mini amp? Maybe Manchester. But both? NYC. Definitely.
The streetside booksellers.
Despite the fabulous finds. (vintage interior mags for decoupage).
Because they only exist when houseclearers are left to the spoils of a life that ended. But no-one inherited.
All you need is Love.
(and a great chiropractor and acupuncturist – we saw ours – the body is emerging healed. The spirit is probably still somewhere over the northern Seaboard).
Tomorrow we Return to the office.
Who knows what awaits……
we got back in last night…….
slept for almost twelve hours…..
seeing beauty everywhere we look…
and now we wait in a cafe for our post-surgery medication refills.
laundry and copious amounts of dry cleaning dropped off (or, we confess, Picked Up – #loveNYC ;)
back to Reality….
Or as near as we care to embrace it.
remind us that a Red Eye back from the Other Coast (alas in Coach) is not the best idea ;)
manhattan looked crisp and cold and blue and full of pulsing energy as we waited in the long taxi line/queue/gatheringofpeopleinblackhomefromtheholidays.
took a look at our lovely apartment.
opened All the Lovely Post!
took a short nap.
a longish walk.
and then Slept the rest of the day.
Oh, the glamour of travel, darlings.
Are You Well?
How were Your Holidays?!