New York in March

I went to New York City for a few days in March to visit my family and have a bit of a break before teaching again. I found people so dressed to be looked at, to the point where I became tired of looking. 

Men and women were wearing long woollen hats with an empty air cavity above their heads, that seemed to be all the fashion this winter. It reminded me of the high wigs women wore just before the revolution in France. 

A sign of decadence before the deluge, all that vertical space filled with nothing. 

Daughter Clara took me to see "Sleep No More" which is basically a haunted house for New Yorkers, with expensive drinks at the bar. At least she bought new (used) shoes. 

I was tired of shopping too. Which makes perfect sense given that I had stuffed myself full with consignments shops in France all last year. One dress at Housing Works and that was IT!