A day in New York was "just what the doctor ordered" - literally. I had to go in to the city this week to see my doctor of 40 years, and in the process found Spring in full bloom. Spring on the East End seems to be in an arrested state. Daffodils were brutalized as soon as they showed their happy yellow blooms, with freezing temperatures and torrential rains, neither of which they could suffer without severe damage. Early hints of green in our endless hedge rows were stopped dead in their tracks and have remained suspended for weeks waiting for warmer weather. Apple and pear blossoms have refused to venture forth and the early harbinger of Spring, forsythia, is just now showing it's true colors. Everything is late here, but in New York the tulips along Park Avenue are standing proudly sharing their warm colors and optimism with us all.
Ambling along 61st Street, this dry cleaner's window caught my eye and made me stop to enjoy this caricature as well as the misspelling. Perhaps that was his ploy to get people to stop at his store - it certainly worked for me.
Over the past couple of years, I've rewarded myself for going to the dentist with a meal at the bar of Il Mulino on 60th Street, and we've come to know the bartender, Mirsada, quite well. The food and service here are superb, but being greeted by a friend truly makes it a warm and memorable meal. When Peter joins me, he and Mirsada talk bartender to bartender, and she's introduced him to Il Mulino's homemade grappas, some vintage ports, and this time, a special small-batch bourbon.
After our leisurely meal, we climbed on the Jitney satiated and ready for the 2 ½ hour ride home only to find our coach had to wend its way through a very animated Trump demonstration in midtown.
For some reason, it seemed an appropriate end to our day in New York.