One of my friends moved today, from a cosy fifth-floor walk-up in Chelsea where she's lived for over two decades to a very grand old house (a rectory) on West 99th St. I helped with the move for a few hours, tiring but also wonderful work. Nice to be there as a home folded up in one place, and emerged again in a new one. Sort of a sacred moment.
This is not the view from her window. It's from West 90th St., and appears in a book of window views of Central Park by Betsy Pinover described in today's Times. Deliciously confusing: keep your eye on the green brick wall and you'll get it.