
Where else but in NYC could I find this crazy angel flitting around Greeley Square Park while playing her silent flute. Of course I had to take her picture. Not in the least bit put off, she actually came forward and kissed me on the cheek. And I, the incredulous New Yorker, could not decide whether to smile or run away quickly to wash my face. First, is this encounter … Read More



The slight shift in the weather this week had me thinking. I used to go to France every September to shop the stores and attend the fabric shows. Mandatory on my agenda was a trip to the Marché Aux Puces, the celebratory Paris flea market, where inspiration can jump out from the rambling assemblage of eccentric, elegant and engaging shops. This shopping mecca is a crossroads of art, steeped in … 

