




Usually the end of March is a time of fruitless longing for days like today, but rather than worry about it too much, I took a stroll up Park Avenue, resolving to enjoy the party while it lasts.





Usually the end of March is a time of fruitless longing for days like today, but rather than worry about it too much, I took a stroll up Park Avenue, resolving to enjoy the party while it lasts.
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