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Dim Sum and Percy Shelley

Yesterday was the best sort of tiring fun.

My Sister-in-law, and her cousin and my niece came into Manhattan. My niece and daughter are both young teens so it was good to for them to have some time together. SIL and her cousin are originally from Beijing. (My brother's family lives outside Boston now.Brother could not come as he was at home doing taxes.)

Husband daughter and I met up with them on Canal St. They took us out for dim sum. Canal St is raucous and crowded, it is busy with street vendors and open air fish markets, and enormous unlikely fruits. It is just crazy and overwhelming, and really head-spinningly cool.

When we get Chinese food here in Brooklyn, we usually get it delivered. It is not nearly as fancy as this, and is, I think, more like home cooking of the end-of-the-day speedy sort. This was much more fancy. It was all tiny little snacks in groups of three or four,which we shared around the table. You could see that they were made to appeal to the eye as well as the mouth. . All the ordering was done in Mandarin, so each dish was a mystery to me. Husband tried one which he liked very much which was chicken feet.

After that we went out onto the sidewalk, the way you do after you have eaten well, sort of blinking and adjusting to the world again.

Niece wanted to see the NY Public Library-- the big central one with the lions out front. It a gorgeous marble building, all columns, and arches. But it still had that serene library feeling. It was a gift to NYC from the Astor family. It has stupendous art, frescoes, carvings, the sort of place that makes me look like an idiot because I'm walking looking at the ceiling with my mouth open.

So we did that for a while-- the place was so big, with so many wings and floors that we got lost. But we found a wonderful exhibit, 

www.nypl.org/events/exhibitions/shelley’s-ghost-afterlife-poet.

That is a link, I hope it works. If not, just search 'Shelly's ghost', for pretty pictures

I saw PB Shelley's skull, and his baby rattle.   (Who would think it was a good idea to put tiny golden (inhalable,) bells on a baby toy? It is a wonder that anyone survived!  I may have to use that rattle in a story sometime... Perhaps baby Archie had such a golden thing. Or little Percy Edrington. Their mothers will remember, I am sure

And there were letters, and locks of hair, and all sorts of family mementos, and Byron stuff, And a brief side-trip for Mary Wollstonecraft, and early feminism.


My niece  was pleased. She is not quite 13, but very interested in writing, and she has a fondness for poets. She did not know the story of Mary Shelly's elopement. We laughed at the image of the skirts and the window, and the little dog under her arm.

Anyway, after that husband daughter and I stumbled home, happy, fed, and buzzing.

Wonderful day.


************  I realize I probably sound like an idiot. It was not his whole skull, just tiny fragments. Apparently they were left over from his cremation, and got saved.  They were mounted on card paper. They were that small. But exciting anyway!

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anteros_lmc
Apr. 17th, 2012 11:01 pm (UTC)
Oh. Will you have time to take pictures?
Well I made it to the bridge but sadly the battery on my phone died before I could take any decent pictures :( *weeps* Still, it was lovely to be there :) I'll write a wee post tomorrow.

Does this trip mean that work is becoming better now?
Sadly no. Certain aspects of work are still a hellish nightmare but I'm trying to ignore it and get on with life in the meantime.

How is daughter doing? I bet it was hard to leave her. I hate leaving them when they are sick.
I know. I felt really mean going away and leaving her on Monday. I'm home now though and it's my turn to stay in with her tomorrow. Partner says she's been very brave and seems to be almost over the worst of it.

Hope you're still enjoying the after glow of your Manhattan trip :)