|The Joyce by day.|
First we met a handsome detective outside the 10th Precinct and had an impromptu chat; my middle child is interested in detective work, but it may be a phase as she's fourteen.
Then we wandered up another side street and discovered the perfect antidote to country French fabrics à la the once-thriving Pierre Deux: stripes in the loveliest hues from Les Toiles du Soleil.
There were walls of upholstery-weight fabric; bags in every shape and size that had been stitched up in the back of the shop; espadrilles, table linens, bolsters, book covers; and the happiest, sunniest atmosphere that brightened the gray skies above us.
|Example of a cosmetics bag.|
I returned twice--buying three bags in all (two cosmetics bags in different sizes as well as the St. Germain shoulder bag).
|A yoga bag for the tired dancers?|
And the dance performance? It was exquisitely executed a jewel box–size company. Works included a series of duets by Martha Graham, a fierce piece by the wunderkind choreographer Justin Peck, and an extended company number by Millepied, which featured a gorgeous solo by a lookalike Natalie Portman, Millepied's wife.
|The Joyce by night.|
In the spirit of the afternoon, I just may conflate my memories of this day as those of Milletoiles.