Sunday Morning

Up with the lark (who thankfully also slept in) and popped out for the Sunday edition of the New York Times, which surely must be the heaviest newspaper in the world. A wheelbarrow would have been invaluable.

Took a wander down to the Chelsea piers – an area I had never previously explored but which has been radically ‘cleaned up’ in recent years I am told. We walked there via the Meatpacking District but the packers had long since packed up their packing and been sent packing (had to get that in) and wandered along the banks of the Hudson from Bank Street all the way down to Rockerfeller Park. Every patch of grass (real and artificial) was covered in sunbathers like seals basking on a rock.

There’s a picture here (somewhere) of the Holland Tunnel Air Vent with a sculpture installation in the foreground based on Brancusi’s bird in flight works. Nice.