Manhattan

We are off to NYC tomorrow for a change of scenery.  We'll be staying at the Abingdon Guest House in the West Village, as usual, in the Garden Room.  Abingdon Square has become our NYC neighborhood, and we love to settle in there for a visit.

On Friday we will take a relaxed ramble through leafy Greenwich Village, following our noses, and have supper at Mary's Fish Camp.

Saturday we'll walk the High Line, a disused elevated railway that has been transformed into a park.  I noticed this railway when we first visited the West Village.  Its terminus was just north of the Abingdon Guest House, in Chelsea, the "meat-packing" district.  I've followed the progress of its "greening" for several years, and I'm excited to see it.

We plan then to visit the Rubin Museum, to view a collection of large format photographs of Bhutan and Sikkim taken by John Claude White at the turn of the last century.  Supper Saturday night at Piccolo Angelo.

On Sunday, Holy Mass at the Fabergé egg Church of Our Saviour with a learned homily by Fr. George Rutler, and an afternoon at the Guggenheim.

Home on Monday to Tallahassee,  where a man can live like a king on a librarian's salary.