Come on and meet me in the city
Get your courage up and take the highway down
Put on the dress you wore the night we met
You and me are going to paint this town
We’ll go wild and seize the night…
My recent trip to New York begins at the denouement, with this little box of macarons from Ladurée, brought back to my husband as a treat from the new Moynihan Rail Station. To find such beauty and deliciousness in the heart of a train station is wonder and whimsy and wildness when you least expect it (especially if you’d been entering New York through the old Penn Station for decades). This trip would mark my first time back since the winter of 2020 – right before the world imploded – and I wanted it, and needed it, to be quiet and uneventful.
Finding the quiet and uneventful in the madness that can be New York is a challenging quest in itself, yet somehow we always manage to locate such moments, sometimes conjuring them from will and wish and whim. This was a lovely trip and it feels finely fitting to tease it with this inviting post. Decadence is there for the taking, if you dare to take it, and if escape is to be found in a box of macarons, then let us have the macarons, every last one.
Our train departs tomorrow – get rest tonight, if you can… 
