A balmy 70 degrees on Christmas eve in these parts, El Niño and all, was a sign of changing tides. Noticed a few changing sights and sounds of the Holidays in the city…bountiful sleighs overflowing with esthetically pleasing contents, while sliding down snowy slopes are replaced by Triton riding a dolphin, all constructed with thousands of white and black pearls of varying sizes, a white mannequin in a giant turban flying reclined on a floating cloud over a frosty Taj Mahal with a disco ball dome beneath. The multicolored flags of all the nations at Rockefeller Rink replaced by as many gold and silver flags, and a quick look at Diego Riviera’s masterful mural inside…
St. Patrick’s Cathedral, all cleaned up and restored for the Pope’s visit was a joy to behold! While attempting to take a panoramic shot of the magnificent ceiling I overheard someone saying, “This is selfie heaven”! A walk through Saks to indulge my consumer voyeurism, I stumbled upon a Manolo Blahnik that made me covet a Hindu God’s Head dress! Why suffer from teetering on pencil heels, much better to strap it on the head!
