Happy 2011! We had a quiet New Year's Eve. Best Beloved and I shared a chilled bottle of Prosecco with Cary Grant, Grace Kelly and all those marvelous jewels along the Riviera.
On Sunday we took the Tall One down to Palm Beach for a little culture. Lunch at Howley's was a bit of an eye-opener for him. He had expected an atmosphere like the Colony, I fear. Instead we tucked into our club sandwiches and tuna melt side-by-side with some well-inked characters. There was one group, just out of church, with the requisite tufted pink Chanel and a very nice Hermés, but they were the odd ducks. Everyone else was skinny and very louche, with spiky hair streaked with zippy electric colors, piercings and dark nail varnish. We felt under dressed in boring old jeans and Oxford shirts. Sewall's Point goes to the big city...
After lunch we visited the Norton, so the Tall One could see the visiting Van Gogh self portrait. Before we ambled through the European galleries we strolled through the Oriental ceramics. This little fellow seems to auger a happy year for us all, don't you think? Cheers!
