a sister from boston and a brother from l.a. meet in the big apple, once their home -

woke up to a sunny, spotty morning:

but gathered my wits and headed to the mercer kitchen.

why?

meeting a soul-mate:

my sister, lauren.

and, of course,

the champagne:

there's something comforting about the pale purple banquettes

and the light from above

that makes it a perfect place to launch the day.

and launch, and wander, we did:

up and down town,

the twosome roamed.

until they wandered down the little alley,

and found freeman's,

and a home:

perhaps it was the french 75's,

or the artichoke dip,

or the pork belly and cheese grits . . .

but we were

content.

content,

reinstated,

and as always,

modest!