A Trip to Rhode Island
As the week began, our illustrious Peter loaded us into his jeep and drove us to Providence, Rhode Island. The baby got carsick and vomited all over the back of his car.
We went into the Providence Performing Arts Center to see the Les Mis load-in. What a beautiful space. It was built in 1928 and was so over the top, it reminded us of the Palais Garnier.
I LOVE the town of Newport. It’s a real New England summer town with little shops, churches and bed and breakfasts. We missed the Newport Cliff Walk since it isn’t stroller friendly…it’s a cliff walk after all. But you also can’t bring strollers into the mansions either, which is fine, but imagine…as you stand in the foyer of The Breakers, the Vanderbilt family mansion, and right in front of you is a set of fabulous furniture from the 1800s with signs all over it that say…
DO NOT TOUCH THIS FURNITURE
The only thing separating you and your 18 month old’s sticky hands from a potential disaster, is a thin, velvet, rope about the thickness of a garden hose.
So I held him through the whole tour. This hindered my ability to listen to the audio guide because it looked like a remote control (the baby’s favorite thing) WITH headphones attached. He must have been in heaven.
When we returned to NYC, I stopped by our (hopefully) new apartment on the Upper West Side for a tour. It will take longer than they thought to have it ready, so we have to leave Jacques’ for a friend’s apartment on 110th & Broadway. We’re getting closer! Soon we will have lopped off 38 blocks of our journey downtown.
The Kindness of Strangers
To take my mind off of all that needs to be done in the next few stressful days ahead, I took the baby to Central Park because I think it’s fall. I know we had a nor’easter the other day and today it’s 70, but I thought there might be some changing leaves to see…and what does the baby love more than a remote control? A fountain. So I took him to the mother of all fountains, The Bethesda.
Behind the Bethesda is The Central Park Boathouse, a very lovely restaurant where you can rent row boats and take them onto the pond for a romantic ride. It was a gorgeous day and as the sun set about 15 photographers tried to catch the beautiful light on the boathouse. They stood at the section of the pond that has no wall, the edge is actually stairs that descend into the water so ducks and geese can waddle in and out. Naturally G spotted this chink in the armor and man, did he beeline it over there. I pushed the stroller away and ran as fast as I could to catch him while I yelled out…’i’m-so-sorry-i’m-ruining-all-of-your-photos!!!!’
A woman came up to me a little bit later and said…
‘I hope you don’t mind, you and your son were in my photos and they’re just so cute…I’d love for you to have them. Can I email them to you?’
Before We Say Goodbye
I will miss the tall ceilings of d’Amboise Manor, I will miss my weekly shopping trips to the 125th street Fairway. I will also miss what we can only assume is Jacques’ furniture. Upon close inspection, we gathered up a montage of what we’ll miss the most.
Jacques also gave us a keepsake, a signed copy of his autobiography. He went into his room and brought out a copy for us. When he went to sign it, he realized it had already been signed to someone else. No matter! Jacques improvised…see the final result below…
I would also like to note I cannot figure out the settings on Michael’s camera. I think something is up with the ISO which is why I have all these brightly lit photos. I’d like to say it’s an artistic decision, since I honestly think this is how the whole world is lit to Jacques.