Passemeteries had very good news from Paris yesterday which got me thinking of all the passemeteries for babies one can buy.
Theses pictures are from a glory-hole of delight called ABC Carpet which will be familiar to most New Yorkers.
However, if you are not, you have excitement in store (pun?!)
It is a huge building on 19th Street and Broadway filled like an Alladin's cave with artifacts from all round the world.
Sort of like Anthropologie plus a billion.
If I were ever to become stupidly rich and had no conscience whatsoever, I would buy almost everything here and then have lunch at their restaurant.
Anyway this is a little glimpse at the toy selection. No plastic! No Fisher-Price! Just the dream contents of your mad grandmother's attic full of toys loved for generations of your terribly artistic family. Jumping off places for vivid flights of the imagination.
Sarah, you have much to look forward to. The things being only the tiniest bit of it.
