We are loving our city life. Izumi went off to meet with some friends at a beer garden (it’s nice out today, not too hot, not too cold) so Julia and I popped into the Guggenheim where a young man played cello in the enormous belly of the building.
The lonely cello
We wanted to make pizza at home but didn’t trust ourselves to make the dough so I googled “pizza dough” and was directed to an old Italian grocer on the lower east side that’s been there since 1905. On their recommendation I also picked up some of their fresh mozzarella.
Living here affords you the flexibility to be spontaneous. That is the true wealth of living in a great city.
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