After a couple of false starts, spring seems to have finally arrived, and it's just gorgeous. I took a stroll through Central Park with Christina on Sunday afternoon and the trees and blossoms were so pretty. We sat by the lake at the Boathouse and had a g&t as the sun slowly descended over the apartment buildings of the Upper West Side. Amazing. Earlier in the week, I'd had a margarita and dinner with Elisa at Riverside Park (where Detective Munch from Law and Order SVU was also eating). Apparently, I'm all about stylish drinks by the water at the moment. And why not?
Earlier on Sunday, Christina and Clare and I went to MoMA and had a great time at the Jeff Wall exhibition. We stood for ages in front of each amazing, huge, crazy photograph and talked about all the random stuff he packs into each one. I've rarely felt so engaged in an art museum before. And then later that night, Clare and I went to see a couple of documentaries at the Tribeca Film Festival which were interesting but not great. Much better was the programme of short films that I went to this afternoon with Lisa. I should have been writing but I feel like I have to take these opportunities as they come up. After all, I may only be in New York for another month, which is starting to make me very sad! I know I'm living in a kind of fiction at the moment, but I don't want it to end.
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