More snapshots from Brooklyn and its Manhattan suburbs:
We spent the Fourth of July in that bastion of capitalism, the Morgan Library, during which time we embraced our democratic freedom to speak scornfully of an emperor of finance while simultaneously gawking at his loot.
Here, for instance, is an original manuscript showing how 17-year-old Mozart revised the first bars of one of his symphonies.
And here is a manuscript of a Whitman poem.
As a change of pace, here is the label of an extremely fine bottle of French hard cider, served ice cold, with excellent Vermont cheese.
And this morning, I saw these two patriotic cats, snoring on an awning after an exciting holiday evening.