a MAGICAL 4th of  July!

picnic in the park, rose, blueberry cobbler, beet salad, prosecco, picnic baskets, bikes, tiny flags…

When we came back over the river at dusk we rode past an van with it’s windows down, and radio on. The tinny AM traffic announcement quality voice was saying; “So here we are! Celebrating the 233rd birthday of America…”

In my 33rd year I still get a little stirred up on the 4th of July. NYC seems to make it even worse. As we watched (and mostly listened) to the fireworks through the canyons of Manhattan, there were at least 5 languages in earshot, and the energy in the streets on the way home was palpable. All of our Peurto Rican neighbors had set out major spreads of food on the sidewalks, and there was music EVERYWHERE –from ancient guys with dueling gutairs and little bongos to Michael Jackson blasting from huge speakers hanging from windows.  All of course accomanpanied by copius amounts of dancing and laughter.  GS always gives me a look when I say this, but I am so seriously head over heels in love with this city.