What’s wrong with this picture?
OK, I confess – it’s only an illusion. This familiar Greek diner cup is actually a ceramic impostor, a gift from my friend Patrick Kearney right before I left for Venice.
It was a brilliant choice for me. Each morning I allow myself just a touch of homesickness. I fill my New York cup with fine, black Venetian espresso and hot, foamy milk, and it reminds me that, in my heart, I live in two cities now.
(Thanks again, “P.D.” I really love it.)
