alternate title for this post: hello, upper east siders.
book club met over the weekend for a leisurely brunch at jones wood foundry. scones and lemon curd, hot coffee and yorkshire pudding—just the fare for a cold and rainy day.
for june, we read primates of park avenue, an (exaggerated, it seems) account of life among manhattan's most privileged women. as women making our way on the very same island—although in ways much different from the women in the book—the stories were fascinating, our conversations even more so. my ears still ring from the collective roar of our feminist sensibilities.
and what would a morning on the upper east side be, without window shopping and macarons? we loved the flavors of earl grey, rose, and marie antoinette.