Friday afternoon, five p.m.

It's wet today, a steady rain since morning shows no sign of abating. For lunch I ate crab and watercress and a flat Indian pancake known as roti, washed down with copious amounts of tea. The crab was slathered with a spicy sauce, the watercress with belachan, another spicy sauce.

In the afternoon I went to the Gagosian to see the Picasso exhibit—a series of late paintings populated with characters from the painter's imagination. The canvases leapt from the walls, their interior worlds rich with color. The drawings etched themselves into the frames.

Afterwards, we ate crepes in a cafe on 9th avenue. The rain continued to fall. The cafe filled and emptied, then filled. We ate ham and cheese with a mesclun salad paired with a cafe mocha and a cappucino, then chocolate and banana crepes for dessert. We sat and waited for the rain to end. It wouldn't end; it won't end until the evening, and perhaps not even then. Tomorrow the forecast promises the sun; Sunday brings back the rain. What of the rainday? It is today, though it doesn't have a name. I am now home and dry for the moment.

Posted by eku at June 5, 2009 5:15 PM