It is fiercely cold and fiercely beautiful outside this morning. The news today is all about the storm that’s coming. I have set up notifications and stuff because I hope to fly home late this evening. The last time I was here, I sat at LaGuardia for over 6 hours. Me thinks the same fate awaits me this evening.
I worked close to 12 hours yesterday–intense, sometimes illuminating, daunting, as well. And I have figured this out about New York: It is an incredibly seductive place to visit. I feel sort-of like Mowgli when Kaa the python is doing her hypnotic thing in the Disney movie Jungle Book. Both days, I have had breakfast at a place called Le Pain Quotidien which is on the same block as my hotel. It feels like coming home to walk into that space with a long communal table, amazing irish oatmeal, and warmth and friendly service. Of course, this being New York, it’s mine for a price–breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, $15.00.
I had just a bit of time yesterday morning to go to Grand Central Station, right next to my hotel, and there too, there was the sense of rightness. One thing I can say about this place is, along with being a city with obscenely rich people who create enclaves of privilege that leave me horribly uneasy, it also has incredibly beautiful public spaces that are available to everyone. I mean, really, to get to complain about a train schedule by going up to this window?