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I had a really beautiful Saturday.

Ferry > Rubin Museum of Art > Ferry > Gantry Plaza Park > Pigeonwing Dance showcase at LIC Culture Lab > dinner pt. 1 at Tacomba > dinner pt. 2 at Barrio > most blissful last-weekend-of-summer bike ride home

Today I meandered around lower Manhattan and ran into Mel bakery! Always happy to support a fellow Mel. As far as my neophyte food-scene knowledge goes, this is like *the* baker’s bakery. It’s a big deal, ok?

I got the focaccia and a snickerdoodle. It goes without saying that they were perfect.

Yes, I took pictures of them but honestly… who cares. Felt weird enough documenting this door. But here you go anyway.

“This is a war diary but this seems to be our life.”

If you’re going to go to the East Village, I recommend going at 11:10 in the morning, which is exactly when I landed at the Stuyvesant Cove ferry stop. The sun was hot, but the streets were incredibly calm and pin-drop quiet. The neighborhood was fast asleep.

I was very early for a brunch meetup, so I decided to grab a chocolate croissant at a coffee shop called The Roost. As I sat there in the little outdoor section, earplugs in, trying to ignore the sporadic coughing outbursts from the old man doing the crossword a few seats behind me, I look up and see this. A strange signpost from a not-so-long ago era of my life.

I always feel slightly haunted walking around this part of town.

A litany of liaisons; or, the case for ecstatic unattachment.

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