When I lived in New York City I used to love Sunday mornings. Lazily sipping on a large mug of cafe au lait, made in my French press coffeemaker. Perusing the New York Times and talking with friends about where to meet for brunch. Brunch….the Sunday ritual of many New Yorkers. Chopin played on my stereo system and everything seemed magical and perfect as I stood at my window looking out over Central Park. I think time for a visit is drawing near!
