A VERY TALL GIRL CAME TO VISIT.

And we trekked all over, as one is wont to do in New York City. We saw the High Line. The cobblestones in the Meat Packing District. The movie star-owned homes on the most perfect New York street in the West Village. We had copious Diet Cokes and a park pretzel. And some margaritas. And brunch in Brooklyn. It was a lovely weekend.

All it needed was fro-yo and manicures.