First, I am pathetic at making links. Sorry about the links in the previous offering. Second, we got back to New York last night after five glorious months in Venice, California, and I was dreading it. Venice is a gentle, eccentric place scented by jasmine and roses. New York…well, it is eccentric. I thought I would have to write an addendum to The New Yorkers saying, “I changed my mind.”
But even driving in from the airport was exciting. Everything is so…big. And it was so beautiful today that I remembered why I love it here. The buildings are big and solid, the trees are big and solid. Riverside Park has an unlikely clump of giant yellow irises rising up in the swampy part at 81st Street. And there is some tree that I don’t know the name of that is flowering and subtly perfuming the air. I know it will soon be humid and unbearable, but today the air was soft and sweet. New York City works in mysterious ways. I heart it.

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