Today is the perfect New York day. With the first early signs of spring, New Yorkers are venturing out of hibernation from the long, cold winter. On a Sunday, it is quiet although there are people everywhere. Eleven degrees never looked better.
I write from Tompkins Square Park in the East Village where a bench away, Chloe Sevigny, enjoying the afternoon sun, blends in the rest of us. I’ve just come from Café Pick Me Up, a quaint coffee shop on 9th and 2nd Ave. I’ve been going there for years, and like many other places around this city, it is a personal landmark. It is adorned with trinkets of all sorts, lackadaisically strewn about the wooden tables and antique desks in place of traditional seating. Not an inch of wall space is bare.There is nothing spectacular about it except maybe that searching through the décor can be as interesting as the shop’s inhabitants.
The park is busy with kids and families, skaters with their boards and meanderers looking for a place to relax. This might just be the perfect Sunday and other than the $2.30 I spent on my coffee, it is indeed priceless.
Oh yeah- Sophia Coppola just about ran me over with her daughter (or son!?)'s stroller. NBD folks, NBD.
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