A break in the action. Yes, I know the blog is in Prague, but in real time, we are just back from NYC and it was glorious. Fall in New York is sublime; arriving late fall was a bit like walking in for the third act – and the play’s denouement brought with it a wintry surprise. Wouldn’t have missed it for anything.
First morning, we drew the curtains and this was our lovely post-card perfect greeting:
Park Avenue was trying hard to rival the Park:
Even the puddles were a work of art:
The views from CPS never disappoint:
We had a (reluctant) front row seat to the New York Marathon:
We saw Conan at The Beacon Theatre, and if he ever comes back, you must go! He and his guests were a-maz-ing!
Two wonderful visits to The Met, first for the very fine Delacroix exhibit:
We saw Tosca, absolutely mesmerizing for the John Macfarlane sets (SUCH an improvement over the stark modern staging from a few years back!) I will always remember the way the light shone through that transom window.
Equally unforgettable was Claudio Sgura’s Scarpia:
And then, suddenly WINTER! Six inches fell in a single afternoon and I believe most of it clung to my coat and scarf. “A walk in the park” took on a whole new meaning for me – I was lost briefly in the white-out in The Ramble which was by turns magical and slightly terrifying – not a soul in sight and I was quite grateful to finally catch a glimpse of the lights of the Central Park Boat House and then make my way past Bethesda Terrace to the Mall and finally, home to thaw out.
And then that winter wind blew us rubes from California back home, hopefully to return again soon!
Next week – back to Prague and (finally) the river cruise…