Friday, April 18, 2014

NYC in April

I went to NYC this weekend with my father. 
We stayed at a hotel that was unsuitable for both his and my had a very late twenty-year old clubbing vibe.
He sold at an antiquarian book fair and I was able to do one of my favorite things–to wander amidst aisles upon aisles of books. The books smelled of memories.
My dad and I stood on the balcony of the penthouse suite as we watched the sun rise. 

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