A whole day at the South Street Seaport. What a great place to work.

New shoes. I'll try to wear them for a few hours. The stairs in the store will not let me keep them on for my entire shift, but I've made many promises to myself to rock heels more often.

I spent all of Friday at work thinking about my next trip out of the city. I considered New Orleans. I considered even Jones Beach. I think K is humoring me my restlessness, and found a lunch reservation at the Boat House in Central Park (mid-June). Maybe sometimes to get out of the city you go to the very heart of it.

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