Good Morning Milos Instagrammers make everything The Top. In a cheap and self-serving attempt to miraculously enhance my influencer status, we decided to do the Instagram-Tik-Tok-Facebook-My Space (!) Top Three Beaches on Milos. Our day started early. The cock crows…
Monday morning. 24 degrees. Or 27. Something hot. We were out of the hotel early, 6:40 a.m. or so, and the airport was HOPPING. Crazy busy. We navigated through check-in, then fast track security, then duty free (Schengen zone duty…
To withstand relocation successfully. Is that a subtle lexicographer’s dig at airports? Although everything has changed nothing has changed. The harried scheduling, the packing lists, the gels in small sizes in Ziploc bags, the packing, unpacking, dressing, undressing, the lining…
Should that Lou Reed quote read instead “I don’t like nostalgia (unless it’s mine)”? But it is sort of this trip,it is sort of this travel diary blog. I wonder if he said it sober? I mean, I’d like to…
The picture at top, Florine Stettheimer’s Cathedrals of Broadway, 1929, (cropped by WordPress, I’m not clever enough to know how to prevent that irritating preset), part of four “cathedral” paintings, I only came across by accident: In the interest of…
What a glorious fall day. I cut through Central Park to the Upper East side; my ticket to the Met Cloisters yesterday gave me three days of visits to the Met. Today, en route to the Breuer at Madison and…
Domingo Zapata at 1 Times Square. Is anyone looking up? Tuesday morning started dull and grey, warm to almost muggy, eventually clearing. After breakfast I walked over to the NY Public Library for the J D Salinger exhibit. Never before…
The Bronx is up. The Battery is down and the Bronx is up. I was thinking about that days ago. I was thinking about that when Criterion streamed a restored version of On The Town (Frank Sinatra bored, Comden and…
So it goes; another spectacular trip down. Spettacolare. Didn’t ever post any pics of the Yard hotel, bar and restaurant common areas. Bric a brac meets shabby chic meets a reactionary aversion to minimalism meets hoarding meets collectible obsession. Hats…
We didn’t go to a church today, literally, but we did go to the high temple of opera. More on that later. First, let’s go to a museum of a church! Diptych of the Five Parts from the 5th century…