My heart is broken because the opening of the Highline is after we leave. I have
been a supporter, o.k. a supporter at the lowest member level, for the past 5 years
it has been in process. At the other end of the spectrum is the lady that
spontaneously matched a 10 million donation given by Diane and Barry at a
party last weekend. You go nice Lady.
It was further along this week than last. The barricades
were down and it looked wonderful.
A morning walk along the Hudson before T. leaves and
wandered back up Morton St. to Waverly and back to
Jane St. for the street fair where K. bought a killer lime green
purse.
A quick stop at the English Everything Shop around the corner
so T. could pick up some Bird's Custard which makes
wonderful trifle.
T. is off the the airport and we take the bus to 5
th and
then up to 53rd and walk to Lexington. Behold- a wonderful
park that I didn't know about.
Paley Park, a privately
owned park in the middle of Manhattan built on the former site of the Stork Club.
Waterfalls, food
tables and more waterfalls. We had just eaten or we
would have had lunch there. That didn't stop us from
munching "many" of the samples that the cute little gal
from next door was handing out.
Then up to the Cloisters for a great
medieval afternoon.
Not a bad step day---14,463