IMG_5084Yesterday was the unofficial start to summer, and we have to say, it felt pretty official. The mercury climbed into the sweltering 80s, and people swarmed outdoors, towels and sunscreen in hand. In Washington Square Park down by NYU, the giant fountain was turned on, and people romped in the cool water with unabashed delight. (Some dogs, too.) When we joined in, the police came by to tell us they’d gotten some two dozen complaining phone calls…but they acknowledged that it was perfectly legal for us to enjoy the sun as shirtless as our male brethren, and in the end left us alone, as they had to.


Cooled by the fountain’s spray, we lay out on the grass and discussed Cartesian philosophy, trips to Greece and Hungary, and the finer points of the pastries our friends at Dominique Ansel baked for us—fresh madeleines and croissants and canneles and kouign amanns. (Kouigns amann?)


First-timers outnumbered old-timers, which is always fun, and we even drew a truly new recruit, who saw us from a distance and came by to join us. Shirt and bra dispensed with, Roald Dahl in hand, she became a full-fledged member of our happy band in less time than it takes to type this sentence.


When the afternoon drew to its inevitable end, one of our number moaned, “I don’t want to put a shirt back on!”

Who would?