We were walking to the park today to eat our lunch and H said, "By now, do you think we've lost our accents?" I said, "Yes, definitely. I've gone a whole 24 hours without being laughed (or even smiled) at!"
It really has been fun to hear all the different languages. On the streets we have heard English only about half the time. I don't worry about my accent. It's just the carrot in the huge stew pot of the city...or maybe it's the cornbread you eat with the stew.
After lunch we headed to The Frick Collection. They are very serious about their art and the Frick mansion it is housed in. The ladies' room was the only place you could take a picture so H did.
These are the gardens on the east side of the museum.
Some people are way too serious even for The Frick. Exhibit A.
We left the Frick and walked over to Madison for coffee. We found the cutest little shop, Bel Ami, where we got coffee and a caramel macaroon. We should have bought iced coffee; the paper today said this was the hottest July on record!
Wow! How great is this? A lemonade stand right on Madison Avenue near 67th Street, some of the most expensive real estate in the country! I failed to look at his prices and to see if he sold any special gourmet flavors.
Then we headed back to the apartment where H painted for the rest of the afternoon. She's working on a watercolor of the elderly man from the park yesterday.
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