I will probably not post until the weekend. I plan on being highly diverted while on a trip to my favorite city. The forecast is for rain and more rain, but even a rainy New York is fabulous.
I have had quite a few experiences in NYC that most people would not consider typical. A young lady rushing to the subway stops and tells me my shoe is untied and I could fall. A young waiter at a hotel tea brings my son a third canape for free even though they are $20 extra. Two ladies sitting next to me at a very good dinner at Indochine strike up conversation about the food and offer me some of their dessert sampler. It turned out that one of them grew up about a mile from my house, a LONG way from Indochine.
My favorite experience in New York was on my last trip. It was evening, I was attempting to be on time for a dinner reservation. It was pouring. Hurricane rain. Horizontal H2O. No cabs in sight and I was way too far to walk. I stood under a small umbrella, dressed for dinner, on the sidewalk on Lexington Avenue for a good while, my "cab arm" and feet soaked. Finally a large limousine pulls to the curb. The driver asked me where I was going and offered to take me. He said "man I've been dropping off some people at the Waldorf and I've seen you standing there in the rain forever". He then took me to my restaurant which was way down town. Gratis. He said that I was too wet to have to pay. I was over an hour late for dinner. The restaurant was packed. When I left the hotel I looked good. When I entered the restaurant, I looked like a drowned rat. I would have abandoned dinner plans altogether had I been longer in town. The gorgeous, black-clad young woman at the maitre' stand smiled at me out of either pity or a shared humanity and then seated me without a moment of hesitation. The meal was great too.
I love New York. And I have not yet told you of any of my late lunches at the Palm or of my friends at Clarke's Bar...