Finally got to see The Tattered Cover, which people at Strand had been telling me about for weeks before I left. Walked around awed at the architectural beauty of the place, the exposed beams, the displays, the quiet, airy ambiance. It was like a shabby-chic McNally Robinson. Then Kat and Amanda abducted me – our meter was running out. We had other stuff to do. Etc. Can’t wait until we can move into our place downtown; I could walk there. I remember Phong telling me about when he first got to New York, all the books he read at Strand because he couldn’t afford to buy them yet. . . So much to do, and so much to read and learn, and for once I feel like I finally have enough TIME.
Weird link of the day:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octopus_wrestling
