Going to London: eight pairs of shoes (all the better for mobile Taoist monking). The March 2005 issue of Gourmet magazine from Lurlene, in which London is heralded as an all-round aces place of good eats. Proust, Peter Carey, Jeffrey Steingarten, Raymond Queneau. A banged-up rattan suitcase of CDs.
Staying: The boys and the coffees at Café Regular. The F train to Coney Island. The trees in Prospect Park. The neighborhood firemen buying dinner groceries at Steve’s C-Town the Supermarket for Savings. (They like meat.) (A lot.)
I miss it already.
I can’t wait to be there already.
Staying: The boys and the coffees at Café Regular. The F train to Coney Island. The trees in Prospect Park. The neighborhood firemen buying dinner groceries at Steve’s C-Town the Supermarket for Savings. (They like meat.) (A lot.)
I miss it already.
I can’t wait to be there already.


7 Comments:
come on,
leave it.
and let's have our brunch !
arrivée à paris
2 paires de sandalettes
le phone de mOOtsy cook en poche
la flambe en honda shadow
du gnou jaloux
le cantalou mon amour
mojojo's got it.
so much "tartes" [en francais ds le texte]
oh daim' un homme en or !
safe journey. will you take a photo of you airline meals...
oh.. and it kind of feels like i have to say good bye to you...
take care! on se voir a singapour!
(leo)
oho monsieur le gnou ~ je vote oui pour les sandalettes, oui pour mOOts, oui oui oui pour le scooter. et sois pas jaloux, chuis à paris et chuis à oit...
saffron: no good-bye! only hello! i hear we might have a tête-à-tête (-à-tête) at the lindt store in sydders?? :-)
no, but, i know what you mean about the having to say good-bye... the blog has been such a new york thing for me that me, too, i feel like i have to say good-bye to it.... i wonder how london will change things.... well... we'll just have to see...
oh, and about the airline meals. i just did that thing where i put my bags in the overhead compartment and checked out. overnight flights, ya know. so no pictures. but, meh. the american airlines meals on the way to paris were lame. dinner was chicken or lasagna, both looked the same. the breakfast-hour snack was a box containing: a bag of salty bagel chips, a thing of cream cheese, and a packet of orange-flavoured craisins. by far one of the grossest meals i have been offered on a plane.
leo: yah yah call me don't be shy! eh, sorry, i don't have my singapore handphone number yet. um. e-mail lah, i know your mac wants to talk to my mac. :-p
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