28 April 2017

a supper al fresco, the first one of the year.

it's rained for two weeks, only pausing for a sunday picnic, and a fog is crawling over new york. i can't recall such a misty season, but i am believing in those may blooms. 

last night we went out for lamb shank tagine and bastilla at cafe mogador. we sat on the covered patio for the first al fresco supper of the year and passed dishes back and forth, thrilled by the village all abuzz with thursday.