Alex and Marcel showed up at my place for scrambled eggs, toast and tea this morning. The itinerary marked The Metropolitan Museum of Art and a short sloshy attempt at Central Park. As we negotiated our way down a hill I remarked, "I should have worn a hat. I'm a bit rough in this dripping."
Marcel offered, "I have this bodega umbrella, if you'd like"
An older woman behind us snapped, "Why don't you offer her a bodega arm!"
I laughed, "Would you like us to help you walk down?"
She declined, Marcel stole a few looks to make sure she was doing fine on the ice.
We began in the Egyptian room. It seemed appropriate.
I could make a sort of home here.
Knights and armor...need I say more?