Love this combination of tiles and red plaster wall. Looks like an abstract collage with the toilet roll stuck on the wall. Nasty bar tender would not give me any ice for my sore elbow, the result if a fall on a wet stone road, but he made a great cup of cappuccino.
As these old fashioned tiles indicate, this is a cozy old fashioned theater. Loving Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike. Nice to laugh at a play that I seriously able to poke fun at Chekov.
A new angle on the tiles here. Love that there are so many stalls here. Interesting evening with Michael Baryshnikov and company performing two Chekov stories interpreted for the stage. Video, dance and music all part of the artistry.
Once I focused on one of the accent tiles that dot the walls of this restroom, I realized how much they look like pebbles in the water. They are not three dimensional even though they look like it here.
I am becoming a bit obsessed with how extra rolls of toilet paper are stacked. This seems practical, yet elegant given the marble shelf and the Italian tiles. This is my brother's go to restaurant before the theater. Dinner was fine, but the lemon ice, served in a frozen lemon rind, was awesome.
Lost my social security card eons ago and now, if you want to renew your driver's license so that it will get you through airport security, you have to have all kinds of proof of identity. So off I went to get a new card. It was actually a painless procedure in a clean, cool office with only a 15 minute wait. Hello DMV... it can be done!
What a pairing... an antique desk with fake flowers and white wicker. Still, I was expecting something much more sterile from this setting. I had never, despite all my years in business in New London, been to the Academy. What a spot overlooking the Thames River and beautifully planted and manicured. Can't say much for the lunch which I thankfully did not have to eat as I had a prior lunch date. Did hear a survivor of Hitler's death camps and a Vet who was part of the liberation of Dachau speak of their experiences. One can never stop being stunned at what we do to each other in the name of some higher goal. Yet we continue to let it happen.
So far, so good. The spa is lovlier than the online photos and I am living in splendor in a large room with a sunny, quiet outdoor lounging area where I can catch the morning sun and watch the evening sunset. I love the Mexican influence in my bathroom with the tiles and sort of wall separating the toilet from the tub. Plenty of room in here with a long shelf for all my stuff. Oh and the old shower space is now the closet. How do I know? They left the shower head in place!
Not so clean. See the paper towel on the floor under the waste bin? Believe me, this barely represents the trach that was strewn around this restroom. And the sink...I'll soare you the grime in there.
Lunch with the girls. Noisy, but good. Sat on the enclosed terrace with views out the windows of the roof top gardens on the buildings around Rockerfeller Center. Who knew they were there? Though the restaurant at Saks is relatively new, this marble floor and drain seem to have been around since the buildign was erected. Must have been part of the corporate offices at one time. They are now across 49th street.