I realised that drinking cheap wine in cheap plastic cups is still a decadent experience once it is done on a beautiful spring weekday afternoon under a cherry blossom tree in Central Park. The 3 of us, jobless and childless wives, didn’t even mind the cherry blossom petals falling all over our strawberries, cheese dips, salad. The Japanese eat these flowers too, we rationalised. More beautiful days like today please.
View from our tree:
