We returned from our wonderful trip to discover
that there is still snow all over the place.
The eggs arrived cracked
the cyclamen is hanging in there in a miserable sort of way. The winter has rendered even the most relentlessly cheerful people borderline grumpy and there is a sort of malaise that afflicts us all - everything seems three times the effort usually required.
However, we went and hung out at Veselka the Ukranian diner
which has wonderful food (including Obalong Beer)
and lots of necessary desserts.
It was bright but horribly cold walking home via Union Square. What can this man possibly be thinking sitting there?
One evening we went to the King Cole Bar at the St.Regis to see the Maxfield Parrish mural which was wonderfully weird. (The drinks were good too.)
A rather bad weird photo in a friend's apartment uptown.
Anyway, it is now March and we had a dusting of snow yesterday, so I was forced to buy
a tiny bit of spring.