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Author Archives: marigold
Oh Henry!
V that is. The Mobile Unit of The Public Theater presented this wonderful play at St. Paul’s Chapel in lower Manhattan last week. The venue is lovely but demands a lot from the very engaging actors –it’s theater “in the … Continue reading
Cherry Blossom Time
Having navigated subways in Hong Kong, Paris, London, and Milan and living in New York City where, despite its many problems, the subway is a way of life, I found the Washington DC metro a complicated, aggravating system. The so-called … Continue reading
From New York’s Metropolitan Opera House to Milan’s La Scale
My behind the scenes visit to The Met was led by Robert. P., a knowledgeable friend who knows his stuff cold and imparts info to opera buffs and limited-English speakers who never heard of Tosca with equal friendliness. The Met, … Continue reading
Out of Body
To be entirely truthful, my overriding feeling during my visit to the Rubin Museum for a press opening was more out of head. The premise of the entire museum for 2018 is that the past, future and present are fluidly … Continue reading
Designing Women–and Men
There has been a giant uptick of design with, by and for people with a wide range of physical, cognitive, and sensory abilities with ordinary aging part of the mix. To that end, the Cooper-Hewitt Museum, always a gem, has … Continue reading
Christmas in Kathmandu
To reach Bhutan I flew via Hong Kong into Kathmandu, Nepal. I’d been there years ago but found a very different city, this one clogged with traffic and choked in dust, largely from construction in response to the horrific April, … Continue reading
Dancing on Top of the World
My Bhutan itinerary didn’t include any dance viewing which I casually mentioned to our group leader. Eureka! Towards the end of the trip he announced that there was a festival at the Dochula Pass where we would be en route … Continue reading
Yakkety Yak
When friends heard I was headed to Bhutan, many asked “where is it?” Very understandable as this tiny Himalayan kingdom, sandwiched between China and India, only opened to tourism in 1974 and regulates the number of visitors by imposing a … Continue reading
Pogo
The only possible recipe is tuna on a bed of tears
Who Was Sylvia?
The Grolier Club, 47 East 60th Street, (with an entrance that looks—but isn’t—impassable due to nearby construction), has been around for one hundred and twenty five years. The Grolier celebrates books and prints and was one of the … Continue reading