As for the four day weekend, I could get used to this.
In 1927 the entire cast (all 57) of the Mae West production The Pleasure Man was arrested for indecency between the first and second act |
On our final day SS braved the cold (-10C) for Starbucks and upon his return we sat in our hotel room reading the Sunday New York Times which is just about as perfect a Sunday morning as you can get. And when all is said and done a maid tidies up.
We did not engage in vigorous exercise, but instead took lunch at Parker and Quinn, off the lobby. Checked out and left our bags then headed up to see Constellations. The wind chill was a killer! The play we choose to bookmark our vac is a short, intellectual contemplation between a beekeeper and a physicist. The review in the Times is pretty much spot on, so rather than regurgitate, here is the link.
The Biltmore. Burnt out and decrepit at the turn of the century |
A famous play in its day |
The SJF neè Biltmore renovated; just a glossy $35m re-do |
Just ordinary people, like us |
After the play we went to Macys where we scored a sweet deal on 600 thread count sheets. The theatre, the shopping. Then we retrieved our bags and headed out to JFK. Our 9 p.m. flight was held up several times due to late arrival of the previous aircraft, etc., etc., but given the myriad wind delays, the potential for snow delays, and all the other weather havoc, we were both happy to be airborne at all. We had the very nice CP business class pods on the way home but there was both a crying baby in front of SS and a ten year old behind me. Ah, the HK wealthy. The dinner (a salmon salad, lamb chops, cheese course) was not picture worthy. We both got about an hour shuteye before deplaning at YVR a little bleary eyed.
Another trip down... |
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