A whirlwind tour of Tampa, New York, Hopkinton, Nashua, Lowell and Brooklyn for family reunions, a move and work meant that all reading came to a halt.
I brought along two books during our two-week tour and managed to finish most of Margarita Liberaki’s Three Summers by last Sunday when my post was due. This week was altogether different. Between helping our son with his move, working at The Met’s research center on several days and a visit to Massachusetts and New Hampshire to see our cousins, I never did get around to reading my pick for today. So I’ll be back, as usual, next Sunday at 6 AM with my thoughts. In the meanwhile, I share a few pictures from the two weeks away from home.
I never tire of people watching in New York city.
A niece’s Indian classical dance debut in Tampa, Florida, last Saturday.
A great moment has to be captured. A sculpture at The Met that resembled my husband, orange shirt and all.
When children ask for help, it doesn’t come with a contract. We were exhausted by the end of three days. That didn’t stop us from driving to Nashua.
Such pretty sights all along our drive through New Hampshire.
Brooklyn Opera
Ah….The Met by New York’s Central Park. I never tire of this beautiful city.
Our cousins took us on a drive around Nashua’s green acres.
The Boott Cotton Mill No. 6 built in 1871. An absolute must for anyone who visits these parts.
The canal by the old cotton mill. This mill is part of the industrial revolution that began in Britain in the early 18th century. America was once a manufacturing country and our cloth was once sent out to dress people in other nations. This place makes us think about how we’ve lost out.
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