Lilly needed a bit more time last night to prepare her apartment for her housesitters, so we ended up watching the Oscars in our hotel room with some fabulous steamed dumplings and a salad from the local Dumpling-eria, and a velvety Bordeaux. I’m still rattled by Lauren Bacall’s fractured delivery of that bizarre tribute to film noir. ? This morning at the diner there was a Power-Breakfast going on at the next table. A man and a woman, both dressed in black, placed an electric candle on their table that changed colors as they slipped phrases like, “She can’t wear that dress again, she’s already worn it twice,” and “Run with it, darling.”
We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with Lilly, walking around the Village and noshing before putting her on the plane to China and settling into the Lilly-Pad. Lilly lives in a community of artists housed in a former Bell Labs building, remodeled by Richard Meier in the 1970’s. The ceiling of her apartment is like rippling waves, echoing the flow of the Hudson just outside the window.
We had a very easy day, just stocking the fridge, finding the wi-fi hotspots in the apartment, and getting caught up with nothing in particular.
Tomorrow it’s up to the Cloisters.