Trading out booze for sparkling water, and a fried onion blossom for a frisee salad, Suzie and I found ourselves in a slightly different place than we would have been twenty or even ten years ago as we set up at dinner at Provence. After browsing West Elm and enjoying the short walk in the light of the setting sun (on that glorious 70 degree day!) we settled into our meal and caught up on where life had taken us since we last visited New York at the end of January. Time goes by too quickly between visits these days, even if social distancing isn’t the worst thing one could do to close out this winter. (We went hugless just to be safe.)
On a day and night that brought out a full super-moon, and the final throes of Mercury in retrograde, there was comfort and security in spending some time with Suzie. It was a nice reminder that there is still some stability in the world, that there are people on whom you could still count and consider as true.
After dinner, we searched for a bit of dessert, ultimately settling on some chocolates from Pearl Grant Richman when the line at the ice cream place proved too ridiculously long on the first warm day of the year. A sweet ending to a sweet evening.
