After a long night out yesterday, that started with an invitation to the opening of a bar (Lavender Lake) a few blocks down the street and ended with dinner and a bar tour in Williamsburg, this has been my laziest Sunday in ages. The fact that it is 30 C and over 70 percent humidity hasn’t exactly helped. I haven’t done much else than writing, spending time at cafes, and browsing through neighborhood stores. After a visit to a bookstore just around the corner, I am now the happy owner of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I have already read In Cold Blood and Summer Crossing by Capote, and I really liked them so I thought it was time for Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And what better city to get it in than New York? In a text exchange with Mr. M this morning, he wished me a great Sunday, and I think that is exactly what this has been!