Turtle spotting in Central Park.
A trip on the tramway (actually a cable car)
over the East River to Roosevelt Island.
Very little to do there
but a stroll to the Four Freedoms Park
was pleasant enough and completely deserted.
The outright winner for tranquility was the Met Cloisters.
Monarch butterflies in the Conservatory Garden.
Purl Soho. A pilgrimage to see the knitting shop of online fame.
It was certainly quiet in there. Somnolent even.
I had to ask someone to help me
because nothing is labelled for brand, composition or price.
After a short discussion and vague hand waving at the shelves,
the young woman turned away, as I thought,
to show me a pattern but to my consternation
fell into another assistant's arms for a prolonged embrace,
much back stroking and murmurs of consolation.
I stood behind her wondering what I had done to trigger this collapse.
Eventually she straightened and wandered over to the rack.
I came away empty-handed.