I spent this Easter weekend in the very un-medieval atmosphere of New York City:
Friday, though it got off to a bad start when my daughter’s suitcase went missing, was notable for a nice lunch I had with Susan A.
On Saturday, I made a visit to the booklovers’ paradise, The Strand. That’s me in the gray coat in front. You don’t want a close-up, trust me, it was a bad hair day:
I actually acted with great restraint at the Strand, only buying three books (Antonia Fraser’s biography of Marie Antoinette, Chris Given-Wilson’s Chronicles, and Compton Reeves’ Pleasures and Pastimes in Medieval England).
Most of the time, we just walked around the different neighborhoods, taking a long subway ride now and then just to get off our suburb-accustomed feet. (I’m a subway aficionado.) Just before we went to the airport on Sunday, we stopped by St. Paul’s Chapel in lower Manhattan. As I’m fond of old tombstones, I took a picture of this rather portly winged head:
Now, back to work, and back to thinking of post 300!