travelswithalice

In New York last month, i sneaked photo shots of the second full moon of August, the dreamily named Blue Moon, while watching an opera screening at Lincoln Center. My friend Margarita said I must be moonstruck.

Last night, at Beth & Robert's, I was again accused of being moonstruck as I gazed dreamily at the full moon, this time, the Harvest Moon, peeking through their dining room window.

I guess I must be. Moonstruck. Margarita said the full moon follows me around. I guess it does. And I love it for that.

If I didn't know better, I'd ascribe the evening's fabulous dinner to its magical powers. But everybody knows it's all Beth's doing! 🌝