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Avant-garde culinary experiences always seem to be had on the lower east side.
Avant-garde culinary experiences always seem to be had on the lower east side.
Amazing…no cell or internet for more than one week and I am still standing.
Thursday was departure day. Up at 4am, witnessed a breathtaking sunrise and winged our way to the hip and happening Standard Spa Miami Beach.
Before and After by Andy Warhol exemplifies the new Whitney Museum of American Art.
So much to do.
Last week I took a short cut to Paris. It wasn’t necessary to board a plane and make the seven hour journey. I just needed to take the subway to La Gamelle on the Bowery.
Big day for my mother. She just had the Cadillac of stairlifts installed. No danger of hearing her cry out, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
Days in New York City are endlessly entertaining.
I just cannot shut up about NYC.
There’s a rowdy new Rebelle in town ready to stir up the restaurant scene.
It was a fabulous Mother’s Day, albeit one day early.
Postmodern Jukebox makes beautiful music.
There’s a celebration going on. I am ready to proclaim to the world that my mother just turned 95.
Que Lastima, Cosme!!
New York City never ceases to amaze and entertain.
Five days in and I have only seen two Broadway shows. I am slowing down.
New York City is bloomin’ gorgeous.
No grass ever grows under our feet in NYC.
Saturday was dawning as we were arriving at Los Angeles Airport. I felt energized and excited to begin my journey to New York City. But wait a New York minute…the Angry Birds took flight before I even stepped onto the plane.