I discovered the Frick my first week in New York, during a heat wave in August. The galleries were surprisingly empty, with only the occasional visitor strolling through the rooms, gently creaking the floorboards. I stood for a while in front of the Bronzino, a portrait of a boy standing against a background of green drapery, and then sat in the courtyard for a long, cool hour.

A wonderful farm in the middle of NYC.

Delicious soft scrambled egg, cracked pepper and speck for breakfast or lunch :-)

The beauty of the light on the water, with a full view of the changing skyline, always awe inspiring.

Since September this year, the very best place to hear an authentic voice, keeping Wall Street sharp.