Spring in the city = riotous color. Even those of us with the most monochromatic black winter wardrobes – for all intents and purposes a required uniform for living here – yield, however slightly, to bursts of brightness.
And why not? The streets and parks are enchantingly abloom. Apparently miniature daffodils, which I had never seen (or noticed?) before, were all the rage in the Village this April. They are fucking adorable and make me smile. (Okay, or at least make me want to.) Alas, their little yellow petals have just started to crinkle and droop, and now I haz a sad. :(
But all is not lost! Because the tulips have begun crashing their party and stealing their show. Shopkeepers are suddenly engaging in some kind of botany arms race, taking full advantage of urns and planters outside their businesses. Come see for yourself.
Hudson St. bet. Charles & 10th Sts. This store sells only chocolate, salt, cocktail bitters and…wait for it…flowers. (What more do you need?)
Hudson bet. Charles & 10th Sts.
IDGAF about Red Farm’s Peking duck, or their dim sum or whatever. But I applaud the hyacinth.
Happy Friday, my friends. You know I detest cliché, but I must urge you to stop and smell the (literal or metaphorical) flowers. Or at the very least stop and take pictures of them with your phone camera and maybe look at them later (since as far as I can tell neither daffodils nor tulips have much of a scent). Otherwise, the
terrorists conservatives win.