The time in NYC continues. I had mentioned wine, women and song the other day. The Wine was about the psykter. The Women was about the Vigée Le Brun exhibit. The Song, was about the opera on Friday, Don Pasquale by Donizetti. I hadn’t seen it for many years. Everyone is alive at the end.
I can hear old Cross’s voice now: “The great golden curtain….”
One of the priests where I am staying was cooking Fish Masala the other day. It was a great process to watch.
I’m not sure what this is, but it was involved, along with whole handfuls of garlic cloves.
He marinated the fish in sundry spices including masala.
Into the liquid to poach.
It was pretty good!
That said, off to Queens for Chinese.
Crispy shredded beef.
A great view. Two cities… one of the living and one of the dead. Which is which?
The Brooklyn Museum was a disappointment. Many galleries were closed.
A couple amusing signs I saw during the last few days.
In my days here I often walk past this door with two little stone guys. They need nicknames.
Time to buy incense for the parish.
They even have myrrh!