Yesterday it drizzled all day so we did some shopping, starting with Warby Parker at Grand Central Station, and then a series of stores on Fifth Avenue. Although the entire process of large scale, dedicated consumerism quickly becomes soul-destroying for me (the grinding, mechanical music doesn’t help) it was cool that one of the sales assistants and I could talk about Dominican vs Pakistani food and that our Uber driver, called Ghulam, was wearing a crisp, freshly ironed cotton shalwar kameez 🙂 Had breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien – the tarte aux pommes reminded me of my mom’s baking, from a long time ago, and the Belgian hot chocolate was perfect. Dinner at Shake Shack here in midtown – yes, the smoky sweet cherry peppers are much better than lettuce and tomato. My son’s treat 🙂 Today we are taking the train back to Rochester. Will miss my son, will miss NY.