Kenneth picks up some chewy New York style bagels for breakfast. One of these is equivalent to 3 of Montreal’s.
I spend hours in MOMA, but even then, miss some of the best works.
I am fascinated with the architectural models and post war kitchen designs. I check out Picasso’s guitar model from which he based many cubist works.
We zip back down to East Village to try Rice to Riches, a rice pudding shop that Kenneth had been eyeing. The cantaloupe rice pudding is surprisingly good.
I pop into Feinstein's for a dose of jazz standards by some well pedigreed musicians. Frank Wess and Joe Wilder reunite for the first time since their days with the Count Basie orchestra. Harry Allen, who will be in Toronto for the Jazz Festival next month, jam with them.
I meander through the streets past Times Square's bright lights.
I even check out the M&M's World.
News of bin Laden’s death filter through. I am just blocks away from Ground Zero, World Trade Center. I do not join in the celebrations. As vile as his deeds were, something is wrong with a society that rejoices in the killing of a person.
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