Saturday

I'm putting together a photo post - apparently that's what I do, but here's where we were today:

coffee and bagels in bed
the Jewish Museum
the Indian spice market
the Chinese grocer
the Italian gourmet store

Presently, K is making nachos for dinner.

I finally saw the Maira Kalman exhibit and I have much to say about it.
For now, I'll leave you with this, painted on one of the walls in Ms. Kalman's distinctive handwriting:

As if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sorrows; and since human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
-- Gustave Flaubert (Madame Bovary)

Comments

Veuve said…
Perfect.
RW said…
oh man.
I am so looking forward to hearing about this visit.
Poppy Buxom said…
So ... you went to the United Nations?

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