a sunday

one morning warren and i remembered that we live in new york.

so we went to the met.

i felt guilty dashing past the turner exhibit. i know it's important, but i found it boring. warren always gravitates to the medieval stuff. i always gravitate to mary magdalen. anyway, we always end up exhausted and grouchy.

we walked up past the reservoir to the conservatory garden.

it's not that well known because it's so far north, 105th st, on the east side, but it's my second favorite garden in the city, after the 6bc.

i suggest planning a visit and then having ethiopian food on amsterdam afterwards. there is nowhere to eat on the upper east side.

the queen anne's lace was enormous. mine has finally bloomed but is only about 2 inches high. WTF?