Ready to dash off to meetings, but wanted to share some pics from yesterday first.
I flew to NYC and met up with daughter Bookavore so she could show me her new world.
She lives close to this amazing bakery.
When you already have a tattoo that matches the name of your bookstore, it’s a sign you should be working there.
Greenpoint is a largely Polish neighborhood, which was very cool because I had such a good time in Warsaw a couple of years ago. This is where we ate lunch.
This is what lunch looked like. The name of it, loosely translated, is “Polish comfort food, with sauerkraut.” Very yummy.
Also yummy was the sheep’s milk yogurt I had at breakfast.
Off to the meetings. And no, I am not wearing a flannel shirt.