I can't imagine there's a better thing in this world than watching a parade from the steps of the New York Public library on a perfect Sunday in October.
The mayor was in attendance, as was Lech Walesa. We all clapped and pretended we understood the Polish.
Oh look! A brave young Polish lion tamer. Summoning reinforcements, I guess.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the library (also known as Bryant Park), we have the great New York Times read-along.
Whew! Lunchtime at last. Un petit Croque Monsieur, s'il vous plait.
Sneak preview of the sneak preview!
And then an afternoon with my friend Sarah and Dorothy Parker: a piano, a spotlight, a silhouette, a cigarette. Is there such a thing as Dorothy Parker without a cigarette? Even if you have no idea who she is or what she's written, I would think you'd picture her with a cigarette in hand. It's part and parcel of the lore, I suppose. A woman and a typewriter, a writer and her demons. Doesn't look like much fun, frankly. A semi-effective mishmash of character pieces, sifting through old poems and reviews, quoting herself to herself, "You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think," that sort of thing. Casting aside bon mots with a sly smile and a well-trained curtsy, a snappy Ziegfeld-type tribute to Byron, Shelley, and Keats, and quite a lot of whiskey. $15-worthy.
Speaking of horticulture...look who's coming to Carnegie Hall! The lady sure knows how to sell it.
Then: dinner at an Italian Restaurant with Sarah & Sally. It's nice to have friends in faraway places.