Last night, the midtown streets were damp and grey, full of suburbanites rushing home after their Saturday afternoon brunches and matinees. This is the view out my window, edits courtesy of Holli and snapseed.
But earlier in the week, the days were sunny and warm. My friend and I went to a lovely French restaurant in the West Village. There were hard-boiled, paper-wrapped eggs at the bar.
And a vintage hand-pressed juicer with a basket full of plump oranges.
My friend ordered a delicious plate of asparagus topped with a perfectly-runny soft-boiled egg.
Heavenly. What did you do this week?