"Come on, Guys, My Nose is Cold."
It's sunny and warm, t-shirt weather in Saint Plotniko, but not so in Brooklyn, where Isabella isn't so sure she likes the cold, Mischief is sure he does, and all the geese in Prospect Park are able to walk out in the middle of the frozen lake.
Meanwhile, The Great Big Fella showed up out of the blue yesterday, visiting his daughter in Orinda, so Plot and Duck and he went to Old Jerusalem on Mission Street for lunch. We may have discovered another Caroussel, only Palestinian instead of Armenian, except the Armenian food at Caroussel in Stiletto City is really Lebanese, and this Palestinian food seemed very Lebanese too. You order one thing and get five, including those red pickled turnips and green olives and delicious hot sauce and parsley/yogurt salad and hot pita breads. Yum-mo!
3 Comments:
I think that's the first non-perky picture of Belly I've seen. East coast cold can be brutal and very non-fun. (Unless you are a dog, I guess!)
Great photos...glad we live here!
Ahh, it's not that bad. I look better in down than in a t-shirt anyway.
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