Showing posts with label Wandering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wandering. Show all posts

Monday, August 17, 2015

Memories, Brooklyn treks, and monkey toes


My new goal is a simple Monday roundup. Once a week. A recounting of the highs and lows. A sharing of key moments and observations. It’s doable. I will try (except next week. I will be on vacation – hurrah!). I hope you will come along with me.

So. It was another beautiful week. I think this summer goes down as one of the most perfect on record. It’s a bit steamy at the moment, but for the most part, it’s just been sunny, in the 80s, always with a refreshing breeze. You can’t ask for more.

My good friend, chere Sarah was in town from Paris and we had dinner at the delicious Andrew Carmellini restaurant, Little Park. I had a few minutes at the bar by myself before she arrived, which felt awfully indulgent, and then the conversation with and the sight of her brought back a flood of Parisian memories. God, those were great years and experiences. I seriously think about that time, those two years, and it was such a gift. I see so much of it with such clarity. My memories are so acute. It’s hard to believe it was me and my life, so changed are things now and yet how vivid and special those times were.

Now it’s all about the peanut. It still makes me anxious and emotional sometimes, how much I love her. But I do. I just love her.

It was very much a Brooklyn weekend. Andrew and I tried to go to the Jazz Age Lawn Party, just to see everyone so nattily dressed, but the line for the ferry out to Governors Island was crazy-long. We would have been standing under the beating sun for probably an hour so we high-tailed it back to Brooklyn. A little stroll through Brooklyn Heights, lunch at River Deli, another stroll to Gowanus, a drink in the backyard of Lavender Lake with Bennie, and then home. It was great to be out, walking and enjoying the summer.

That was the idea on Sunday as well. I met my girl Mel in the park and it was a glorious day, in the shade of a tree. Suddenly, as we were packing up to leave, it started raining. We ducked under a tree, expecting it to be the fleeting summer sprinkle, over in five minutes. But what ensued was the craziest, fastest storm. It came out of nowhere, bringing flash floods, sideways winds and panic. 
But in the end, it made for another unforgettable memory.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Out into the sunshine


We’ve taken Parker to the pediatrician several times but, remarkably, hadn’t just taken her out for a walk yet. Today, a bright, sunny autumn day, was just the day. If only to put her in this cute little coat (thank you, Ben & Merrill!).

Then we took our little bear out in the ’hood. The farmers market was in full swing.

The sidewalk along the park was full of life.

And while fall comes late to the city, certain trees are radiant with color.

But by then, the bear was hibernating. Time to go home and eat again.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

My little Parisian fix

A week in Paris, in April. Pas mal.

It had been well over a year since I had been in the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate). Oh, how nice it was to be back.
 The markets…

The architecture...

The long, meandering walks and heart-pumping Velib rides...
 
The sweets!


Nope, no shame in overindulging in sweets.


I don’t know when I’ll get back to Paris again. Maybe sooner than expected. But it might also be longer than I want. For now, I’m still riding the high from everything I saw, tasted, felt and marveled at during that lovely week in Paris.




Saturday, April 26, 2014

Paris, not Paris

There's nothing like classic Paris.



But I also love the glimpses you get further afield. The views and neighborhoods that make you feel you're seeing Paris for the first time.




Look up. Be present. Notice with all of your senses. The lessons in Paris are lessons for life.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Today in Paris


It was lovely. It was relaxed. It unfolded, the way it’s meant to.

I had un sandwich club at Café Flore…


...and a magical madeline at Blé Sucre.

It felt so wonderful Velib’ing across Le Pont Sully that I tried capturing it in pictures.

Whoa...

Whoa!
The day was filled with those clichéd Parisian moments and sights you just can’t make up. 
I saw cats…
… and dogs.
Was happily inside the Pompidou Centre when it rained…

… and then (happily) back outside for spectacularly sunny moments.

 Today in Paris, it was perfect.