Lady M Cake

Most of the reviewers commented Lady M is pricy. So did I. They agreed Lady M is the best. So did I.

$8 for a piece of Green tea crepe and $4 for an espresso. The coffee I understand at its location, right across from Central Park, but the crepe was surely expensive for a piece of cake. Many called it a little luxury of their own. I didn’t like the calling it luxury, though, because it felt that I am a pretentious buyer who buys a piece of luxury accessory because of a financial constraint, but who desperately wants an experience of luxury.

Anyone who is around should try it. A pretentious luxury or not, it doesn’t matter. Its crepes are so good.

Grand Canyon and my longing for more of those

We travelled to the west during the labor day weekend and it was my return to California in three years. Orange County I once lived in, Los Angeles I often visited to and Las Vegas I occasionally had fun in remained unchanged. Except the great weather, I didn’t like there at all when I was a resident. However, a place that I hope remains unchanged was still there, indifferent from my memory of it.





IMG_0255My longing for Spring grows every day. The next one will be Yellowstone National Park.

Sculptures and something similar

Metropolitan Museum of Art was where my aimless walking has started. My first memories – back to 1996 – to this museum remain with 1) a liking of its reasonableness to allow an entrance ticket valid for a week, 2) a fresh feeling of banning a backpack being worn on one’s back and 3) a shame of belonging to the group whose a male member showed off a picture in which he was posing in front of Picasso’s “Guernica”, one of the photography-banned pieces. I revisited the museum, wondering how I would feel and what I will see this time. My favoritism over clean, quiet and well-arranged spaces was felt and sculptures and similar pieces seen. Sculptures felt intense and their heavy materials spurted energy.

The aimless walking has begun through the streets of Manhattan.

The power of green

I’ve just returned from a trip to the west coast. It has been 3 years since my last visit to Los Angeles and Las Vegas and 16 years to Grand Canyon. I will post about the trip soon. Today, I like to share how greenery gives one tranquilness.

I lived in the LA area for 3 years and other states for over 13 years. New Jersey, aka, the Garden State, is really green. The states I lived prior to New Jersey only make me realize how green New Jersey is. Although the road condition is poor, it is greatly enjoyable driving between the woods of New Jersey. Both Los Angeles and Las Vegas are tourist cities, but I realized during this trip that the cities were not attractive anymore (Grand Canyon was superb, though!).

In my neighbor, there is a county park, Van Saun County Park. (Sorry it is in Korean. I drafted about this park on wordpress but my laziness failed it. I just hope you enjoy the pictures.) I was very happy to find this park near my new home. Beginning a day with a walk at the park was a pleasure as it was refreshing every morning and I was able to stay scheduled in my freelancing life. However, one day, exploring the neighbor, my husband and I found a little treasure.

IMG_9941Only 10 minutes away from home. The reservoir is for drinking water so the area is well secured and very quiet because it is not a park. There are only 4~5 cars parked at a time throughout the day.


You exchange only 5~6 good mornings during a 40-minute walk.

IMG_9919Or the count doubles if you count the happy dogs. About 7 in 10 walks with dogs.

20130906_16553420130829_111012 (1)These deers seem to live here. I saw them most of the time.

20130906_171200Yesterday, I saw these chicks, appearing to be goslings. As I was walking closer to take a picture, one of them flew away, only several feet. However the other seemed too young to fly.


This one didn’t move. It shrunk with fear. I could see its heart pumping so I had to let go after a few pictures!

I missed this little secret trail, wandering in Los Angeles. Every morning I walk on the trail, breathing in and out of the fresh air. Isn’t it good enough to love New Jersey, or my neighborhood?