It always comes down to the moments in New York: anything can happen and something usually does. There are the usual pleasures – family and friends, and the quotidian annoyances – tourists lagging on the sidewalk; holding your breath in the subway elevator because who even knows what happened in there to cause that smell.
And then there is the weird and the wonderful. A hearty embrace from a complete stranger, just because. A cluster of onlookers on Central Park South, all eyes upward – what could be happening? Something up above. It’s…it’s…oh my gosh, it’s a pair of raccoons mating in a tree in Central Park. You don’t see that every day. Or maybe you do. It’s the city. Be prepared for anything. A wayward pigeon might need to be rescued from a storefront display window. Yup. That happened, too.
It’s the moments you remember. Here are twenty-five of them that I loved:
Watching spring unfold in Central Park was a highlight of this trip. The grass is always greener on the other side, of course. Willowdell Arch.
We visited Daniel and his kitties at his new apartment. Daniel and Sandro here. “He’s mine,” says Sandro, “you can’t have him!”
The CE and Daniel outside Diner in Williamsburg, dreaming about those coffee-cream-filled doughnuts. Mmmmm.
After brunch, we took a walk on the High Line. Some guy brought his tortoise out for a sun bath. Of course.
Easter Sunday at Fifth Avenue Presbyterian. A gorgeous welcoming church. According to Rev. Dr. Scott Black Johnston,”Jesus is on the loose!”
It was a little cold that day for Daniel to smile. “Just.Take.The.Picture.Please.”
All smiles now, though. The Plaza. Brunch at the Palm Court.
The weather was all over the place. Some days were wintry, but these flags brightened the front of Saks Fifth Avenue.
Some days the sun came out. Makes you feel ten feet tall.
But no mistake about it. Spring is here! The mallards in Central Park can’t be wrong.
We always walk across the Park to have lunch at Beyoglu. Oh, that bread. And the cacík. The best.
We also enjoyed a swanky lunch at The Modern with Angie.
Taylor looks handsome and happy. He got new shoes (oh, not that he needed them…) and a steak dinner at Landmarc.
We finally got to Peter Luger with Daniel and Christina. Wow! Steak. And schlag. Lots and lots of schlag.
Sometimes the evening light is so beautiful in the city you just have to stop and appreciate it. Ninth and 47th.
Thanks to our friend, Ashley, we got to go backstage after the play. Sadly, the pies, we discovered, are not real. But I can report that Jesse Mueller is even prettier in person!
This dessert is totally real. And so are the calories:-( Vanilla Meringue at Cafe Fiorello.
As long as we’re on the subject, full disclosure. A Pavlova at Balthazar. In my defense, I did walk eight miles that day…
It’s always so hard to say goodbye to the city. One last walk to say farewell to the fountain at Lincoln Center.
Until next time, NYC. xoxo