We’re hoping to get some rest. The bustle of NYC begs for a haven to rest and dream. Today we flew the short hop from White Plains to Waterbury for lunch with a dear uncle, and the relaxed meal was twice the duration of the rather busy and bumpy flight. We’d hoped to fly the East River today in the clear air after the storm, but of course the President was there and that means no scenic flights. Just as well, because the blustery winds made for what I call “lumpy air” that would have complicated the process of aerial photography. Still I managed to snap a few “modest” country cottages like these.
I don’t recall now which were in NY and which in CT, but both states seemed to have quite a few. Did NY have the biggest and best?
Could these be neighborhoods of tract homes for investment bankers? Perhaps media personalities? Well, happy to be lazily flying over together rather than doing whatever it takes to get and keep properties like those, we continued on to our haven for tonight: New Haven.
Molly pointed this out to us, and I’ve already forgotten the name (East Rock?) but it stands tall in the sunshine overlooking Yale. So the clock has just struck midnight and this post is done (early by recent standards). Now we plan to sleep in and then have more fun with Molly. Maybe tomorrow we’ll head for Boston. Or will we stay here longer, or perhaps make a run for Canada? Stay tuned… 🙂
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