Keep 'em Coming

In spite of ice pellets pitting our faces, we had a really enjoyable New York day. We met Sandy and Dianne at the Museum of the American Indian in lower Manhattan, around the corner from our old apartment. The building was originally built for Alexander Hamilton. Even if you have no interest in Native Americans (of course, you can't admit to that), you can enjoy the architecture and lush materials. Entrance is free.

The exhibit was extensive and covered all Indians from Canada to Argentina. It even included the natives of the Caribbean, which I didn't know existed. There were lots of photos, and many objects from different regions. It doesn't dwell on what the white man did to them but rather their rich and varied lives. I recommend it highly.

We walked to Chinatown where we ate lunch at a reincarnation of an old favorite Say Eng Look. The food was delicious, hot soup on a frigid afternoon.

We did a little shopping on the way home and then began dinner prep. Sandy and Dianne were coming for round two of our New York day. We started with Pisco Sours, which we became addicted to in Peru, and some cheeses Marty picked up in Amsterdam. The first course was cream of cauliflower soup, and then a vegetarian pasta dish made with brocolini and ricotta and parmesan cheese. Dessert was the carrot cake I'd made the other day to bring to Andria and Scott's and came back with leftovers. It's still available.

We listened to great jazz records and talked about just about everything. They brought Sadie, their Bouvier, who was the perfect doggie guest.

Nobody told me there'd be days like these.