April 13, 2015
From the first weekend I was able to put on my spring jacket and read outdoors before it got too cold. I passed the time in Prospect Park. Made a a fig butter, cheese, and arugula sandwich at home (inspired by our cellist's past trip to France). Planned on going to Cafe Integral, which ended up being closed. Wound up circling SoHo only to end up at McNally Jackson, where I finished "Kafka" with a latte (caffeine-light, but a great spot to read). Indulged with cake, macarons, and edible cookie dough, because it was a rough week. Spent the late afternoon back in Brooklyn Heights, walking the park and the fruit streets. Ended up home with two more books to read. Imagined how soon spring would be back in the City.