Back to France
I ordered a picnic lunch from Le Pain Quotidien Bakery and Communal Table, across from Bryant Park behind the public library. I ordered a wonderful PS Turkey Club Tartine; a turkey club with sliced boiled egg and served on wheat bread instead of a baguette.
I walked across the street and settled in at a little bistro table next to the carousel in the park. The carousel played children's songs, sung in French and the entire reason I specifically searched out a French bistro in effort to keep with my theme. Next to the carousel was a small children's section of books. A beautiful place to entertain small children in this massive concrete jungle.
The delightful temperature under the shade of the massive trees was perfect. The park happily screamed of a European appeal which New York should give total thanks to the smartly planted London plane trees which is the same species of tree found at the Jardin des Tuileries in Paris.
I lingered in total bliss.
After my lunch, I scoped out the street fair on 6th, between 52nd and 56th, buying a wrap around silk frock and an aqua marine bracelet without bothering to barter the price. Their was a Brazilian fair going on near Broadway and 54th but way too crowded for this newbie. I summoned my Benz and went to my digs for a nap.
Blondes like taking little bites of the Apple!!