WhereTraveler New York
I’m exhausted, and the holidays are only just beginning. The reason for my fatigue? Brian Scott Lipton’s feature on how and where to celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah and New Year’s Eve in New York (p. 12). It is so complete, with lots to unpack—and unwrap— something a seasoned traveler like you is well used to doing.
Is it just me, or do the holidays start earlier every year? Mine started a few days before Halloween when I was out for a walk on Bank Street in the West Village. Bank, or at least the stretch of it just off Greenwich Avenue, attracts media types to its grand town houses. Passing one of them, I noticed a Trick or Treat sign with the magic footnote, “Take One.” And what was there to take? Books, not candy. At the top of the pile on the stoop was Antonia Fraser’s memoir of her life with playwright Harold Pinter, “Must You Go?” I couldn’t pass that one up. Not after just seeing Pinter’s “Betrayal” on Broadway, arguably the best production of a Pinter play that I have ever seen. The book, in perfect condition by the way, is next in line on my reading queue.
I suppose this little anecdote is my way of saying that New York dispenses gifts in the most unlikely places and often when you least expect to receive them. Enjoy the holidays!