A Face in the CrowdDESTINATIONS
|It never feels like NYC until you see the ESB|
|Gateway to one of the greatest avenues in the world; it’s always a bit of a thrill to walk from Washington Sq to Central Park down Fifth|
|Where you went before Amazon|
Despite the fact that we were both hugely fatigued, we had
arrived in NYC and as such left our bags and embarked on a trek immediately. We took the subway downtown, then walked the West
Village, Greenwich Village, and took lunch in a nice French bistro. Afterwards over towards NYU, Washington
Square, Union Square, and all the way up Fifth Avenue to midtown. I think at least a 12 km walk. I was more than ready for a siesta.
house; it was riddled with graffiti and drug addicts and you never knew what
you would encounter around the next corner.
It was actually terrifying on the dimly lit side-streets after dark. Now it’s rather tame. We went to Calliope, a place we’d read about
in the New Yorker, on East 4th north of Houston. We didn’t have a reservation and they were
booked but they gave us a place at the bar.
We got there early, around seven (two hours earlier than south American
dinner time!) and the place packed out fast.
By eight every table was booked, there were people waiting, and it was
two deep at the bar. Incredible dinner:
A lovely salad to start, gorgeous poached halibut in beurre blanc, a
spectacular rabbit stuffed with leeks, carrot and wrapped in bacon on a lentil
stew, and a rhubarb tart to finish.
Amazing. I told the chef he
should serve the rabbit dish with a straw.
|Exquisite: Rabbit stuffed with carrot and leek, wrapped in bacon, on a lentil stew|
|Halibut poached in beurre blanc|
too exciting to give in, so we took the subway back to midtown then walked in
and around Times Square before returning to the hotel.
|Mandatory coat-check line; I put my hotel umbrella in a public box and hoped for the best|
|Line up for the cafe|
|Lining up to look at, and take a picture of, Starry Night|
|Brown Thrasher with its young; photo from 1941|
|Inspiration to many|
|Inspiration to many|
|The Jackson Pollock no one was looking at|
|Model for a pavillion in Seville|
|Rem Koolhaas’ (author of Delirious New York, the most stolen book at U of T in the 1980s) design for a Dutch house|
|1937 photo of a Northumbrian miner taking dinner|
|Dots. From a distance they made the shape of a face. Art, as Warhol said, is what you can get away with.|
|We were just there.|
After the museum and lunch we popped into the Bloomingdale’s flagship on Lexington and 59th then went downtown to window shop. The rain had turned to a sprinkle, so all was not lost.
|Just what I was looking for|
|Hard to decipher, but it is a puppy Collie in a pet shop window, asleep on paper shreds. And you would have bought it on the spot.|
|James Bond chess set|
|I saw it in Buenos Aires: I said buy low, sell high|
|The C in ABC Carpets: Chickalicious|
|Laboratory Kitchen (my idea in 1987…)|
|Purse. Keyboard. Multifunctional.|
|I kid you not: These were in the men’s department at Bloomingdale’s.|