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My friend Mark and I went to MoMA on Sunday, where we failed to get into the Matisse exhibit but caught a nice video piece by Dinh Q. Le, and meandered through the permanent collection for a while before hunger kicked in and our stomachs growled for ramen (more on that in a post to come). On Friday night we somehow ended up at Marco Polo, a red sauce Italian-American place on Court Street that failed to impress, despite what I had read about it a couple of weeks earlier. Saturday brunch at Maialino more than made up for it: we gilded the lily with some cocktails and creme-filled bomboloni. Oh yes!
The only truly unfortunate part of this weekend was my decision to use a roll of regular Kodak Gold 200 from the drugstore, since I’d run out of proper film and B & H is still closed for the Jewish holidays. The graininess is a little appalling, but well, sometimes, them’s the breaks.
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