to be in the City, when most everyone has gone elsewhere, because it is an official holiday. How it manifests is the following: no one else on public transportation all day Saturday and Sunday [well almost no one]. In Trader Joe’s at noon and can count all of us shopping there on both hands and feet. Walking down the street with the flowers leaning out of the top my shopping bag, there is room for them and me and the bag to pass others without any of the above getting bent, shoved or even brushed. Taxis. You could have one waiting for you outside of whatever shop you are in, because they are looking for fares. It is wonderful to enjoy the more peace and quiet on a long weekend. And the weather is not raining or too sunny. A delight.
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I remember a similar day in DC — 1969. Three-day honey moon at the Hay-Adams and walking through the quiet city. It was magic. Too bad the marriage wasn’t as amazing!