This morning, partially inspired by an e-mail from a friend, and partially inspired by surprisingly strong cravings for a vanilla cake batter cupcake with chocolate frosting, I headed down to Magnolia Bakery.
Afterward I had brunch at Doma, on Perry and Seventh Avenue, and while eating my sandwich, I discovered the joys of European-style cafe life here in New York. It was the closest thing to having a religious experience on a Sunday as I've had in ages. Loved it.
After Doma I meandered around, did some window shopping, and snapped a few pictures with my new camera. (The last camera died after being squashed around one too many times in a messenger bag.) (Oops.)
This has been one of the most relaxing weekends I've had in a long time.
Magnolia Bakery, 11th Street and Bleecker Street.
Biography Bookshop, directly across the street from Magnolia Bakery. It's one of my favorite bookshops in the city.
Looking east onto Perry Street from Bleecker, one of my favorite streets in the West Village.
66 Perry Street. Anybody recognize it? From a particular HBO series, perhaps? I thought I'd throw that bit of trivia in for good measure.
Doma, 17 Perry Street, at Seventh Avenue. I could have stayed there the entire day.
(All photos by Josh H.)