The High Line Chronicles Continue

White pants, sensible shoes, a bench to sit down on.

Armani dreams between the meadow flowers and 10th Avenue.

10th Avenue seen from above and summer campers making art.

Looking west, what toxic swirls and sand.

Lunch, of course, the most important part of any outing.

Frances and I sit outside at Cookshop.

She has the duck confit with pecans. YUM!

 

I have beets in cream.