From the Sublime to............

Preston had said there would be good nibbles at the art opening.

There probably had been before the ravening hoards of art

lovers descended. We were hungry.

In New York there are pizza parlors on every block.

(And nail parlors too. The twin delights of the city).

We order a white slice, a mushroom and olive slice and broccoli one for me.

All sorts of obscure sodas. I want tap water and they give me a little plastic

cup so I can get it out of the soda machine. I get an entire cup of ice by mistake.

PS. We think Lombardi's on Spring Street has the very best pizza.

Patsy's thin crust is pretty  good.

We are open to suggestions.

Buster's blog here

Bright Lights

Does the chef realize what a very traditional, nay, old-fashioned, bakery he's standing in front of? His expression suggests he doesn't think very much. 

Trailer Park was made to look trashy and retro on purpose.

When I go to lovely blogs like Merisi's Vienna and visit Demel's, I'm stunned by the contrasts.

New York has stunning energy and elegance in other places.

Even so.

The pizza parlor on 9th Avenue shouts NEW YORK.

Beer, ATM, Lottery. What more could one ask for?

A patriotic light in the barber's window.

I totally forgot to put in a poem for today's silent reading.

Anyway one of my favorites when I was a romantic young girl.

An oldie but goodie.

The Golden Journey to Samarkand

Prologue

by James Elroy Flecker

We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage

And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die

We poets of the proud old lineage

Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why,

What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales

Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,

Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,

And winds and shadows fall toward the West:

And there the world's first huge white bearded kings

In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep

And closer round their breasts the ivy clings

Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep.

Wandering About

I really don't approve of Fox News but this camera man outside Penn Station seemed like a nice fellow.

Anyone who agrees to be in the blog is a friend of mine.

 
The girl who made the hot chocolate in the cafe in Borders Bookshop did a master/mistressfull job. Whipped cream?

A chocolate stirring stick?

Chocolate sauce on top of that?

(It was very cold out.......)

The Fashion Institute of Technology has a new banner: Where creativity gets down to business...

As a slogan, this sounds wonderful indeed.

However, in my experience, most creative people are hopeless at the business end of things.

They need the born organizers of things to help them out.

 

Another local place to learn skills is the  American Barber Institute - mostly  noticed for the cool neon in the window.

Wholefoods has got cases of a new item in: Citrus Prickly Pear drink. Function: urban detox.

Somehow I'm not as tempted as I should be. "Urban detox" sounds so wonderfully positive or the name of some outlandish character. 

Neon

Burritoville on 23rd Street.
I've never wanted to eat here - and never have.



Nice old fashioned Florist sign on 8th Avenue.



Monte's near Washington Square Park.
For Monte in Marrakech.



I think Igor is some sort of hair stylist.
Today they also had his photo in the window.
I think he is a hairdresser.
There were too many tasteful colors in the previous posts.