Monday, September 3, 2012

Central Park

                                                     Central Park on a Saturday in summer.

The place was, in short, a zoo.

So we found some animals, created by Edie Pijpers, a Dutch artist selling her beautifully meticulous and whimsical work on the avenue under the great old elm trees, and bought two small paintings of New York for Rebecca, my small niece...

We sat and listened to music, every 60 feet another musician. 

We saw people loving lawns.

And the beginning of an early fall. The plane trees are thirsty.

And then we found waffles. From Wafels and Dinges.

You know, I would love to say, This man is a pig. Look at him! But he's not a pig. I've never known a more un-Pig. And I should know. I come from a long line of pigs. My father's nickname is Henri Pig. Vince was just happy. So happy that he went back and bought another one.

And then we felt that we had seen enough. And we allowed ourselves to go home.


  1. I have a feeling Vince will leave all that whipped cream on the Brooklyn Bridge, today or tomorrow.

  2. Indeed, John he left it part of the way up and then all the way down the length of Manhattan yesterday - went for a 30km run :-)

  3. It would seem those waffles whipped me into shape. ;-)

    Man, were they good...

  4. There's one word for this post and everything in it: Luscious!

  5. We did the exact same thing (right down to the wafel and dinges truck), but today! Looks like you got the WMD (wafel of mass destruction). It was so cool and cloudy today that the park was hardly packed at all.


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