well, not so much. Life got so interesting to experience there was little time to write.
There was, in no particular order:
singing in Carnegie Hall,
shopping in SoHo - 5 pairs of shoes & nearly 3 specs frames,
art at the Guggenheim, with a side-order of deepening friendship, an opportunity to share timethat real life at home would never allow,
antiquitity and fearsome modernity at the Met, with another friendly bonus,
dancing to the blues till the small hours of the morning,
joining a party and having a fun little flirtation,
a glimpse of what's the big deal of mirrored buildings
...and all this before I got to the really serious bit. It will be weeks before it's all caught up. Patience, grasshoppers
