Monday, October 20, 2025

Thursday, October 2, 2025

Fairfield, Connecticut

Dental Visits Today followed by Lunch at Shake Shack and Italian Dinner at Vazzy’s with Friends

Our days in Fairfield seem to have fallen into a neat pattern: early wake-ups, hasty breakfasts (mostly toasted bagels with cream cheese and decaff coffee at Swapna’s), followed by doctor’s appointments, lunch, more doctor’s visits and dinner with friends. Today was no different.

Off to See my Dentist:

As in the case of all my doctors, so too with my dentist—I have been in the care of the good folks at Fairfield Dental Arts for at least 20 years. Now that I am in the USA only once a year, I have the luxury of a professional dental deep cleaning only once a year (as opposed to every six months). Still, something is better than nothing and it was with eagerness that I arrived at the Fairfield Office of my dental practitioners at 9.30 am for my appointment with hygienist, Tanya. After the cleaning was done (manually, as I find the jets of water too harsh for my sensitive teeth), she brings in Dr. Jessamyn Fiorella, who then does a thorough examination, studies my annual X-rays and gives me her verdict. This year, there was no cause for concern and I was able to leave the office with my goodie bag of travel-size toothpaste tubes, dental floss and a toothbrush. I took a look at the Reception before I left to ensure I had no balance to pay and was off. I had dropped Llew off at Stop and Shop to pick up a few items that we usually take back from here (deodorant and baking parchment paper, for instance) and then with him arriving to pick me up, we drove to his dentist in the same complex, Dr. Kosha Shah. While Llew was there, I browsed around the shops in Marshalls but did not really pick up anything except for a set of Brookstone’s travel set of cubes and envelopes to make up a set of six which was on sale. As I had intended to buy this, snatched them up.

Lunch at Shake Shack:

With our dental appointments done, we tried to meet our Financial Adviser, Chris, as Charles Schwab, but he happened to be in a long-ish meeting and would not be able to see us right away. Instead, we drove off to Shake Shack in nearby Westport to have lunch. Both of us chose the Shack Stack Burger which I particularly love, not just for the unique Shack sauce that they serve up (I always ask for extra on the side) but for the hot, pickled, roasted, red peppers that they chop finely and add to the burger as a garnish. In my opinion, this is what makes Shake Shack burgers simply my favorite one among all the chains.

Home for a Bit of Rest Before Dinner with Friends:

It was good to have a little extra time to return home and get in a nap before it was time for us to meet our friends at Vazzy’s in Bridgeport for an Italian dinner. With naps and showers out of the ways, we got dressed and made our way to Bridgeport, the venue chosen by my friend, Delyse who would be meeting us there for dinner with her husband, Marcus.

After what seemed like a long-ish drive through narrow country lanes, we arrived at the spot, chose a table and waited for about 15 minutes before our friends arrived. The evening flew by as we ordered the most delectable Lobster Bisque for starters and then a bacon, goat cheese and arugula pizza to follow. Little did we realize how sizeable our bowls of bisque would be (or how scrumps). We thoroughly enjoyed the starters but were already too full even to look at the pizza. But, of course, eat it we did (and it was rather good too). Best of all, we enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with our friends, to savor their company and to find out all they’ve been doing and will be doing in the near future.

And, on that satisfying note, another day in Fairfield came to a close. As in the case of the others, it had been productive and fun-filled day, in equal measure.

Until tomorrow, see ya’…

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Fairfield, Connecticut

Still More Doctors’ Appointments and an Evening with Family Members:

Today was far from exciting as all it involved were doctors’ appointments in Fairfield, Connecticut, starting at the crack of dawn. It ended, however, on a lovely note with a superb evening at my brother’s home and a delicious home-cooked meal there.

Blood Work at Quest Diagnostics:

Both Llew and I had blood work to be carried out at Quest Diagnostics on the Post Road in Fairfield, on behalf of our Primary Care Physician who needed them to do an accurate assessment of the state of our health as part of our annual physicals. We had them done and left for a spot of shopping for breakfast goodies. I bought a pistachio muffin and Llew picked up a bagel from Stop and Shop en route home.

Llew Sees His Cardiologist After Breakfast and I Do Some Shopping:

Back home, we found that Swapna had already begun working from home for the day. We ate our breakfast and then got ready for Llew’s next appointment—this time with his cardiologist, Dr. Ari Pollack in Fairfield. I drove him there for his 10.00 am appointment and then drove the car off for a spot of shopping at the Carousel, the thrift shop in Southport, where I always find superb bargains in vintage jewelry. To my delight, I was not disappointed. In fact, I found a superb Murano glass necklace by the designing sisters, Susanna and Marina Sent, that retails online for $350. I snagged it for just $4. Hey, you can’t beat that kind of bargain. I also got a pair of vintage ear-rings and a black pearl necklace with gold highlights. Shopping for jewelry in this place is one of my great joys.

I also used my time in Southport Village well. I popped into Latimer House to see the owners, Chris and Parker, as I also wanted to buy some of their superb masks—I had discovered them during Covid and found them to be simply the best masks in the world. They retail at a sharp $20 each but they are worth every penny. Sadly, they did not have any more of them! Bummer! I so need them in Bombay with its awful air and dust pollution—they have been my defense through a really challenging year of keeping away throat and chest ailments.

In their shop, I ran into an old friend (pun intended)—not only is Butzi Moffit one of my oldest friends in Southport (I got to know her about 40 years ago when we moved into the neighborhood and her daughter Maggie was my next-door neighbor), but she is also one of the oldest people I know—at 95 years old. Butzi was also a fellow-docent with me at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and in that regard, we have a lot in common. Butzi now has a full-time care-giver called Loulou who walks with her in the neighborhood and brings her to the library. She also made her way into the shop where I had the pleasure of meeting her again and taking photographs with her. Butzi is a walking lesson in how to be glamorous when well into your 90s. She was wearing a very colorful outfit and a very snazzy hat and truly looked like a million dollars. I so enjoyed my stop with these old friends for I visited at length with Chris and Parker whom I have also known for decades.

Finally, I made my way into the Pequot Library, one of my favorite places on earth. This was where Llew and I used to volunteer for about 40 years. As soon as I walked into the Library, I noticed that there was an Art exhibition being set up in the auditorium. I spent about twenty minutes taking in the wonderful exhibition that included a range of oils on canvas as well as watercolors that were done by a woman from Connecticut whose family had all her work stashed in their attic. I had a chance to speak to her grand-daughter but I do not remember her name. She informed me that the exhibition was a way of selling some of her work and honoring her, posthumously, at the same time.

Then, I stepped down into the basement, where most of our volunteer work had been done. There I met some of our old friends such as Dough Freid as well as some of the full-time employees of the library. I was also delighted to meet Nelson North who has taken over as Acting Director of the Library in place of the lovely Stephanie Coakley who recently resigned from her position as Director. We too visited with him for a little while and then it was time for me to race off.

I picked Llew up from his appointment and the two of us set off for lunch.

Lunch at Shake Shack:

With my visiting in Southport Village done, Llew and I decided to have lunch at an old favorite haunt of mine—Shake Shack. Of all the burgers I have ever eaten, I believe their’s to be the best: apart from their magic secret sauce that I really love, they use chopped, hot, pickled, red peppers that give the burgers a real zing. I was too full to also include their amazing Chocolate Milk Shake with my order, but I really did enjoy the burger. What a simple but delicious lunch it was!

Two More Doctor’s Appointment for Me First and Then, Llew:

With our lunch enjoyed, I was dropped off at the office of my Primary Care Physician, whom I was seeing for the first time (as our previous one had retired and we needed a new doctor). Dr. Catherine Kumaradas was very sweet and asked me all the right questions as she went through the results of my various tests of the past few days with me. I did not get very heartening news from her but as she assured me that there is probably nothing to worry about (although we will monitor the progress of these findings very carefully), I left her office and returned to Llew who had taken the car away himself and came back to pick me up.

I then dropped Llew off, once again, to another cardiologist, also in the Brick Walk (where, by the way, it is getting impossible to find parking) for another routine check-up. I then spent the time while he was being examined, to browse through the offerings at Marshall. I was particularly looking for hand wash and body lotion in a caddy or carriage in the same scent family. These used to be very easy to find, but this time, there was nothing that struck my fancy.

I decided to also look at T J Maxx, but there too I drew a blank. Finally, the only place left that I could look at was Home Goods and I was disappointed there too. The items I sought were simply impossible to find on this visit. Oh well…perhaps next year.

A Lovely Evening in My Brother’s Home:

All that was left was to get back home to freshen up, change into a nicer set of clothes, pick up the gifts we had carried from India, the UK and the USA for my brother Roger and his family, as we made our way to his place. We were running a bit late as we had too many things to try to fit into before we arrived there. We were sorry that his daughter Anaya was out for the evening and that his son Arav was away at Uni. Still, as an adult evening, it was a lovely one. We started off with drinks (wine for Llew, a G&T for me) and a range of nibbles before we adjourned to the dining table for one of Lalita’s home-cooked dinners: Spaghetti Bolognese with a Green Salad and Garlic Bread. We chatted about a vast variety of things and did a lot of catching up before dessert was served and it was time for us to say our Goodbyes.

Indeed, it had been a very packed day—as all our days in Fairfield were. We drove away and arrived at Swapna’s place at well past 10.00 pm. Where on earth did the day fly?

Until tomorrow…see ya’…

Saturday, October 18, 2025

More Medical Appointments and Delightful Lunch and Dinner with Close Friends in Fairfield, Connecticut

Monday, September 29, 2025

Fairfield, Connecticut

More Medical Appointments and Delightful Lunch and Dinner with Close Friends:

I started my day early—I had a 7.30 am appointment in Wilton, Connecticut, at Hartford Healthcare on Danbury Road for a Coronary Calcium Score. This has been ordered by my endocrinologist, Dr. Glenn Rich. It’s a good thing I had full confidence again in my driving skills as I took the car alone and left Llew to have a longer lie-in. The streets were a delight to drive along as Fall is definitely in the air, there is a crisp nip to it with some warm autumnal color already on the trees. I used my Google maps to take me to my destination and found it very easily.

A Doctor’s Appointment in Wilton:

As this is the first time I was taking such a test, I did not know what to expect: turns out it was a screening (similar to an MRI but a little less lengthy or complicated). I had the expertise of a really sweet technician who guided me through the moves and took me into the room where the test was carried out. These tests, fortunately, do not freak me out. I am able to relax fully and it was over in about ten minutes.

Thrift Store Shopping is Thrown In:

I had about a half hour before I could make my way to Fairfield, Connecticut, for my next doctor’s appointment: with my gynecologist, Dr. Sapna Tandon. Instead of merely sitting in her office, I happened to be passing by Goodwill in Westport and decided to nip in there and see if there was something that would catch my fancy. So for the next half hour I browsed but was not much heartened.

A Second Doctor’s Appointment: with my Gynecologist:

Like all women, I dread this doctor’s visit but, of course, it has to be done. I have known Dr. Sapna Tandon for about 25 years now. I became her patient, 25 years ago, when she was at the infancy of her medical career—this makes me one of her oldest patients. We know each other well and I feel very free and relaxed in her company and in her care. The examination was carried out quite easily and I was relieved when it was over. Results would be posted on My Chart and, if there were any issues to be further investigated, I would hear again from the doctor.

I then left the parking lot and drove back to Sapna’s place to pick up Llew who had his Diagnostics appointment (and mine) scheduled one behind the other at Quest Diagnostics. I did the driving and we arrived at 12 noon on time for our appointments. Mine went off smoothy (Blood tests, also for Dr Glenn Rich for determining Thyroid levels as well as calcium counts as in bone density tests). Llew, however, faced a glitch as the office had not received his doctor’s order. He tried to get to the doctor’s office (fortunately, in the same building) but though they gave him the order and he brought it up, it still could not be carried out because of some technical issue. He would need to return after seeing the doctor, later this afternoon.

Lunch with Friends at Gruel Britannia:

After a morning devoted to doctors and facing some disappointments, it was great to look forward to a wonderful luncheon with some of our dearest friends: Virginia Dean and Cheryl Carlisemo, who had served with me on the Meet The Author Committee at the Pequot Library. They selected one of my favorite eateries in Fairfield, Gruel Britannia, the very pub-like place, where the menu is essentially British. Our friends were already at a table when we entered, We had a raucous reunion with warm hugs and big kisses before we sat down to order.

Well, the food at this place is just superlative: portions are humongous and the grub is tasty, let me assure you. I ordered the Bangers and Mash with Onion Gravy, Llew had a Pulled Pork Burger with a small salad, Virginia had the Mushrooms on Toast with a Poached Egg to top it and Cheryl had the Turkey Meatballs. Everything was scrumps! Oh and that includes the conversation. We had the best time as we gabbed non-stop with our friends who told us all about their current projects, caught us up on the doings of our many mutual friends and inquired about our own lives in Bombay and the health of our family members (Dad and my brother, Russel). Yes, the time we had with them passed too fast but every second was enjoyable.

Llew’s Cardiologist Appointment and My Shopping Spree at Marshalls:

Llew had his appointment with a cardiologist next. Luckily, it was right in Fairfield and I was able to drop him there and then scoot off for some retail therapy. I went first to DSW to look for open sandals—alas, we are long past sandal weather on the US East Coast and nothing was available. I then entered Marshall’s where I particularly needed to buy a large suitcase to accommodate all the items we had to take back from the US to India. I did a reccy and then, when I received a call from Llew, telling me that he was done, I drove off to pick him up. We had time to spare—so headed back to Marshall, so that he could look at the suitcase possibilities too. We did zero in on two: one Samnsonite and one London Fog that would meet our needs and decided to take both home with us. We needed to fit one of our existing suitcases into the new one but as we were not sure of size, we bought both. We would return the one that did not work for us.

With that big chore undertaken, we could carry on towards the next item on our agenda.

A Quick Private Visit with our Friends, Bonnie and Art:

Our visit to Fairfield was so short this year that we felt hurried everywhere we went. My dear friend Bonnie had organized a reunion of my Book Club friends at a nearby restaurant; but because I knew I would not have private time with her, she invited Llew and me over to her place to have a drink and some nibbles with her and her husband, Art, before we all drove over for dinner.

It was great being in their home again and enjoying their hospitality. Bonnie had a few nibbles set out and Llew joined Art in a glass of wine. We did not have the time to take a look at the items that they are holding for us in their basement and so we resolved to return to them tomorrow to make our selection. We took separate cars so that we could leave right after dinner.

Dinner at Sonia’s with my Book Club Members and Their Spouses:

It is always a pleasure to go out for dinner with my Book Club friends. Sadly, two couples had to drop out (Amy and Mary-Jo and their spouses) as work schedules were crazy for them and they were unable to join us. Three other couples were present in addition to Llew and me. We found Sonia’s to be a most magical place—it is an Italian restaurant (my favorite kind) based on hearty Tuscan cuisine. We ordered two appetizers for the table: fried calamari and arancini, which we enjoyed with drinks (wine, mostly). Next, each of us ordered an entrée. These ranged from Seafood Gnocchi with Spaghetti, Grilled Sea Bass, Chicken Parmigiana, Seafood Risotto, Grilled Shrimp and Scallops with Risotto and Osso Bucco. And for dessert, we had tartuffo in three different flavors for the table to share. Oh, what a splendid meal it was! And how fun was our chatter! Indeed, we had a fabulous evening together and were sorry it came to an end when it did. Although briefly, I was really glad that Llew and I were able to get together with some of our friends in Fairfield.

And, on that happy and very full note, we called it a night.

Until tomorrow, see ya’…

Sunday, September 28, 2025

F

airfield, Connecticut

Our Sunday Routine (Almost) in Fairfield, Connecticut—Mass at St. Anthony of Padua Church, Breakfast with Physician Friends, Meeting with Tenant, Reunions with Former Next-Door Neighbors, Lunch with Our Hosts, Dinner at a Former Colleague’s Home in Stratford, Connecticut

These blog posts will definitely lack the interest and sparkle of the last fifteen days as this Third Phase of my Travels bases me mainly in South-Western Connecticut. Llew and I have allocated this entire week to getting our routine annual medical check-ups done and in-between them meeting family members, former neighbors and friends. Most of the medical appointments had been made much in advance on the phone by our daughter, Chriselle (as international calling from India is problematic with most doctors’ offices keeping us on hold for ages while our precious international dialing minutes are swallowed up); I had made most of the appointments with friends and family members through whatsapp messages or email.

Mass at St. Anthony of Padua Church in Fairfield:

We had resolved that, on every visit, we would stay with different friends (we have a large number of them in Fairfield, thanks to our decades-long residence in the area) to avoid putting the burden on the same folks every year. This year, we’d be with our friends, Swapna and Rasik, who had just moved into a new, large, four-bedroom home and had invited us to come and stay with them. They live in the Stratfield part of Fairfield, very close to the Merrit Parkway, which made it very easy for us to zip up and down the highways to get to our medical appointments (of which we had almost four each day for the entire week).

On this Sunday morning, while the rest of the town had a long, lazy lie-in, we had awoken at the crack of dawn to go to the 8.00 am Mass at our former parish of St. Anthony of Padua, for old times’ sake (and, hopefully, to meet a few old familiar faces). When we had lived in Southport, it used to take us less than five minutes to drive to church. Now that we were so far away, it would take us much longer—but we had underestimated the amount of time it would actually take and, in the end, we were about ten minutes’ late. This meant that we did not have the pleasure of sitting in our regular pew but had to creep in, quietly, along the side and sit wherever we could without disturbing everyone else.

Behind The Wheel Again:

I have to say that since I had so many doctors’ appointments of my own and needed to drive our rented car to them, I suggested to Llew that I use the empty, traffic-less Sunday morning streets, to get a hang of the car and acquire familiarity with it. He agreed, of course, and so with me behind the wheel, we set out. I have to say that I was delightfully surprised to discover that getting back into the driver’s seat, after more than a year, was actually child’s play, It's like riding a bicycle—you don’t forget. Years of practice and instinct kick in automatically and, within minutes, I was fully comfortable steering the car along streets we both knew well. Furthermore, it was truly exhilarating. As I had discovered last year, when driving in the National Parks of the Southwest, I miss driving very much in Bombay where we do not own a car (and where, even if we did, I would never drive, as road-culture is completely different in India to the one in the West—there, might is right; here in the US, there are rules on the road and everyone obeys them). So I exulted in that sense of renewed accomplishment as we neared the church and, although disappointed that we were late, I arrived and parked in the church parking with a deep sense of triumph.

Mass was said by an unfamiliar Jesuit priest from Fairfield University. Occasionally, I sneaked a look at fellow congregation-members and realized that I knew and recognized only two or three folk—the Lector Sandy; the Eucharistic Minister Bill, and a couple of others. After Mass, it was pure delight to visit with both of them for a bit as they welcomed us warmly back to our church. We met Eleanor who now runs the church, and waved Hullo and exchanged a few words with Frank, our Music Director, perched high up in his Choir Loft. All of them were thrilled to see us back and said so. We enjoyed visiting with them all for a little while before we had to get to our next appointment.

Breakfast with our Doctor-Friends:

So, it turned out, that our first real appointment with friends was at Southport Diner, to which I drove (I would do most of the driving from this point on as I enjoyed it so much and Llew indulged me fully). Our former Primary Care physician Ed Pinto and his pathologist wife, Marguerite, have been our friends for almost 40 years. They live in nearby Westport and had suggested this venue for our breakfast rendez-vous. Indeed, it was a warm and affectionate reunion although they stuck to coffee. Llew and I had full diner breakfasts: I had my favorite breakfast item when traveling in the West: Waffles with Strawberry Compote and Whipped Cream while Llew had the American version of a full English breakfast: Eggs Over Easy with hash browns, sausages, bacon, toast. Both of us had decaff coffee. Our meeting was made even more interesting by the fact that our paths crossed with another family that we often saw in church, every Sunday: Barbara and Bob Scinto. They happen to have been former patients of Ed too. Anyway, we took a few pictures with them and when all the excitement had settled down, sat down to catch up with family news on both sides. After about an hour and a half, we said our goddbyes after cherishing a long-standing and very precious friendship, and both parties made their way out to other appointments.

Reunion with our Former Neighbors:

Our next meeting was a really fun one: with our former neighbors of over 35 years, Ken and Pui Hom, who are also close friends. It was fun because we would also have the chance to see their dog, Gus, who adored Llew and me and saw our home next-door as his second home. It is always a real pleasure to see the Little Man. Pui was asleep but Ken was wonderfully entertaining as Gus ran around madly but finally settled down to allow us to catch up. We were with him for about half an hour before we had to excuse ourselves to leave for our meeting next door with our current tenant. Pui had joined us at the very end and made us promise that we would return just as soon as we were done with our meeting.

Meeting with our Tenant:

Our next appointment was in our former home in Southport with our current tenant, Jennifer. Llew was returning to our Southport home for the very first time since we had left and was meeting Jennifer for the very first time. Naturally, we were amazed by all the changes in our home and garden but decided in the interest of harmony to keep our comments minimal. The business part of our conversation with Jennifer was conducted over coffee in our kitchen and after we went over all aspects of our exchange, we left after about an hour and returned to our neighbors’ place where we spent some more time with our friends and caught up with them. They asked both of us to join them for lunch, maybe at nearby Gruel Britannia, but as we had already decided to have lunch with our hostess, Swapna and her son, Parth, we drove straight to their home.

Lunch at Swapna’s:

So, it was almost lunch-time by the time we finished our morning quota of meetings. We were right in time for lunch at Swapna’s and she presented us with a most delicious version of Pao Bhaji—a delicious Indian concoction of mashed potatoes and other veg. eaten with buttered bread. We sat around the dining table and since she is terribly busy during the week (she works from home), it was really the only leisurely time in the rest of the week that we would have with her--and so we made the most of it. The meal was delicious and we were left the table with enough time to have refreshing naps too (or so we hoped).

Shopping at BJs:

Sadly, the naps we hoped to snatch did not happen as we had too many things to do in the short space of one week. Instead, we left for BJ’s, the bulk-buying warehouse, to pick up items on our annual list (decaff coffee decaff tea, maple syrup, cleaning supplies like sponges, etc.) It took up at least two hours of our afternoon, but it was worth it as we were able to pick up almost all the items we desired. With that shop done, we returned to Swapna’s place.

Dinner with my Former Fairfield University Colleague:

By the time we returned from our BJ Shopping spree, we were both ready for showers and our next appointment: Dinner at Stratford, Connecticut, about a twenty minute-ride away, with my former colleague and dear friend, Elizabeth Petrino who once had an office next-door to mine when I was a Professor at Fairfield University. She continues to teach there and we have maintained our friendship, over the years. Liz decided to call a few other friends and make a lovely evening of it.

I always enjoy being invited for dinner to Liz and her husband Tom’s place as they are both terrific chefs. And they specialize in Italian cuisine (my favorite) as that’s Liz’s heritage (she speaks fluent Italian too). On this evening, we were delighted to meet the author, Nalini Jones, who has just published her second major work of fiction, a novel set in Bandra, Bombay (my little home town), following the publication of a collection of short stories. In fact, I had introduced her to our Meet The Author program at the Pequot Library, many years ago, when I had featured her first book and had interviewed her on stage. Of course, she remembered us well and was very pleased to reconnect. We also met another couple, both artists, one of whom also teaches at Fairfield U and the other who teaches in Manhattan. Getting to know each other better made for a very sociable evening over aperitifs (white wine, in my case) and antipasto (melon slices wrapped in prosciutto, olives, marinated roasted red peppers, marinated mushrooms, olive tapenade for crudites) on the table outside, overlooking the vast expanse of well-manicured lawn. This was followed by the main course—Tandoori Chicken—which is Tom’s specialty. Liz served it with a huge Rice Salad studded with hard-boiled eggs (so that it resembled a kedgeree) and a big green salad. It made for a most delectable meal which we all thoroughly enjoyed.

But then, soon it was time to go home as darkness had fallen and guests needed to return. Llew and I got into our rented car (a Toyoto Corolla, by the way, which was also why I was so comfortable behind the wheel, as we had once owned this model) and made our way back to Swapna’s. She was still awake, received a little account from us about our lovely evening before we excused ourselves and went to bed.

We’d had a really lovely first full day in Fairfield, Connecticut, and as we closed our eyes for the night, we had to steel ourselves for the many doctors’ appointments that would follow on the morrow.

Until tomorrow, see ‘ya…

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Airborne Again—En Route from Chicago to New York to begin Phase Three of My Travels

Saturday, September 27, 2025

Chicago-New York

Airborne Again—En Route from Chicago to New York to begin Phase Three of My Travels

Today was an odd kind of day—but at least it gave me respite from the manic walking of the last 15 days that have caused me serious foot soreness. I awoke knowing that this was the day I’d be airborne again—from Chicago to New York. For some reason, flights now bring butterflies to my tummy—I tried hard to quell them but to no avail

With my packing all done, ML and I sat down to breakfast—toast with peanut butter and honey with decaff coffee. Then, by 10.30am, ML was loading my baggage into the booth of her car and we were off to the airport—a mere 20 minute drive away. She dropped me off at the Delta Terminal and was off after our long, affectionate and grateful goodbyes.

With enough time to spare to check in (myself and my baggage), I made my way to the gate for the end of Phase Two of my travels (after London and Chicago) and the start of Phase Three (Connecticut-New York). As it was a very short flight, nothing was served on board except for cheeselings and a non-alcoholic beverage—I chose sparkling water. The flight left on time, was a short 90 minute duration and dropped me off at Terminal 4 on schedule. My trepidation concerned getting to Terminal 8 where Llew would be arriving on his British Airways flight from Bombay, a good four hours later. I hoped the Terminal Transfers would not be too daunting or that I would not have too hard of a time with my large and heavy baggage.

I got myself a Smartcart (now costing all of $7) and made my way to the Baggage Claim where I picked up my two large pieces of baggage and, following signs, made my way to Terminal 8. It was actually much easier than I had thought although I had a hard time getting off as the car was crowded with passengers, each of whom was hauling their own baggage.

Once I got to Terminal 8, I discovered that there was absolutely no place to sit (meaning, no seats), as the idea is to keep all homeless people away—they corner the seats and either sit or lie down and sleep on them. I was in the Baggage Claim area which adjoins the International Arrivals Area. When I inquired about seating possibilities, I was told to go to Terminal 1 (the only place that has a proper Food Court with seating) or “make your own seat”. This meant that I could find a quiet corner and sit there (on the ground) until I was ready to leave. My cart came in handy for this and I found a quiet corner and sat myself on it for the duration. I managed to do a bit of blogging while awaiting Llew’s flight and actually the time passed by pretty quickly.

At 7.30 pm, Llew’s flight landed (a bit ahead of schedule), and we had our Reunion at the Arrivals spot, as intended. We boarded the Air Train, once again, and took it to Federal Circle from where we were able to get our rented Toyota Corolla from Budget (actually a quick and painless process). We informed Swapna that we had landed and with Llew behind the wheel, at 9.00 pm, we began our drive to Connecticut. We arrived at her place at about 11.00 pm and after our greeting of her, she showed us to our room upstairs. We kept all our baggage downstairs (it was much too cumbersome and heavy to climb up a flight of stairs) and took only those items we would need for the night.

We actually sat down with Swapna and Parth (who had not eaten dinner) and partook of her delicious special Navratri Meal—sadly, we had missed the lunch party she’d had that afternoon. But it was a lovely first meal and we enjoyed the camaraderie and the catch-up very much.

with dinner done, we made our way to bed. Our reunion had been much less stressful than I had imagined it and I was glad that we were in Connecticut, our former stomping ground, ready to begin a busy week of doctors’ appointments and meeting family members and friends.

Until tomorrow, see ya’…

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Friday, September 26, 2025

Chicago

Second Visit to Chicago to see the Art Institute and Other Interesting Bits and Bobs

Today we were going to make our second trip to Chicago. I was excited because we had not yet been to the Art Institute of Chicago which was Number One on my To-Do List. But once I’d placed myself in Marilou’s hands, I knew that she would have all sightseeing under control. And she switched plans, if necessary, in keeping with the weather forecast. So, it was good to have a really lovely day to get into the city again as ML wanted to show me a few more of sights en route to the museum. She certainly knows the city well.

Having A Quick Breakfast Before Set-Off:

Marilou had a couple of things to do before we left: dogs to walk, dogs to feed, a quick breakfast to arrange for us. She did it all. Meanwhile, I had awoken at 5.00am and had started my packing as I wanted to get it out of the way. It took me an hour and 20 minutes to get it all done and with that, I felt most relieved. I then sat blogging in order to use my time wisely. Then, I showered, dressed and met her in the kitchen for a very quick breakfast of brown toast with peanut butter and honey washed down with decaff coffee. To ensure that we’d not be hungry too soon, she also carried two cans of strawberry smoothie with her so that we could finish it up on the train. She had already booked our tickets—so we were all set to board the train. We thought we’d take an earlier train to leave us more time to explore the city—but, infuriatingly, the train was half an hour delayed! We’d hurried over, walking it out from her home to the train station (a quick 15 minute walk) and boarded the train when it did finally arrive. Yes, we did drink our smoothies en route—so we were quite full by the time we pulled into Union Station in Chicago.

Walk Themed Around Louis Comfort Tiffany:

I realized quite soon that Louis Comfort Tiffany (LCT) was exceedingly active in Chicago at the end of the 1800s when Chicago architects such as Louis Sullivan, Silsbee, Burnham, etc. were having their heyday. This is also the great city of Frank Lloyd Wright (FLW)—so for anyone who is interested in American architecture, this is the city to check out. We’d had a fair share of FLW on Oak Park, Illinois, a couple of days ago. But ML could not resist taking me to The Rookery, a renowned building in downtown Chicago where FLW’s hand is seen in the interior of the lobby. So that’s where we walked to first.

Exploring The Rookery:

The Rookery is on La Salle and Adams (I believe) as Downtown Chicago is designed around a perfect grid. We found the Rookery and entered it to be quite astounded by what we saw. The lobby has a sort of false ceiling created above it in a metal pattern. There is also a metal balcony and highly ornamental railing. There is also a very fancy and quite intricate wrought-iron staircase that leads up to the higher floors. There are actually tours given and a tour guide was waiting to begin one. But, of course, it was not on the cards for us today as we had no time. We took several pictures of a quite interesting interior and left.

The Marquette:

Our next port of call was a building called The Marquette. Yes, it is named after the priest who was also a geographical explorer. It was he who traced the environs in the Midwest and mapped out the area. Marquette University is named after him. At any rate, we were quite taken by the decorative elements even outside the building—bronze sculptures that portray his journeys and the many native American communities he encountered, their reception of him, his impressions of them, etc.

Inside, the lobby of the building is stunning. This is where our exploration of the work of Tiffany began. I always knew he was a Renaissance man who worked in multiple media: stained glass, mosaic, metal, etc. And indeed, his artistry in mosaic is easily evident here. There is an octagonal balcony that runs overhead. The entire front face of the balcony is covered with Tiffany mosaics representing Marquette’s journey. There are emblems of the states through he which he traveled as well as symbols of the tribes he met. But as many of them are done in iridescent mosaic, they gleam in the overhead lights and are really staggering. Of course, we asked if we could climb up to the first floor and the Receptionist very kindly used his lift key pass to enable us climb up. From that vantage point, we got much better pictures and also a chance to look at the decorative elements throughout this space. Indeed, it is something every fan of Tiffany should see.

Exploring the Macy’s Building:

Macy’s has taken over the building that was once the headquarters of Marshall Field, a famous departmental store in Chicago. While the building still remains the same, ML told me that it no longer has the grandeur and style once associated with the former store. Still, once we made our way to the main lobby, I was shocked after I looked up at the dome. It was a massive stained glass affair that had Tiffany’s name all over it. It bore a close resemblance to the stained glass dome in the Parisian department store called Galleries Lafayette which I think is always worth going inside to see. At any rate, we took pictures and moved on.

Exploring the Chicago Cultural Center:

Much more work by Tiffany is evident is the current Chicago Cultural Center (which, in a former life, used to be the Chicago Public Library). Like all public buildings of its vintage, it was lavishly decorated within, by none other that Tiffany. In fact, in this space, you see the multiplicity of talents of which he could boast—as a stained glass artist, as a mosaicist, as a design of ceiling chandeliers and wall sconces, etc. There are actually two domes in this building—one on the second floor and one on the third. For lack of time, we chose to see the better one, which is on the third floor. It is a massive stained glass dome (similar to the one in the Macy’s Building), but the viewing area is simply crowded with his mosaics, in floral and geometric patterns and with lettering as well. The lights he also designed, hanging from the ceiling, illuminate the space with a very soft glow, which is echoed by the mosaics that reflect this light, are gorgeous. It is almost magical. There is a whole stairwell that is covered in these decorative mosaics and they almost feel like a church. It is quite amazing!

! Getting to the Art Institute:

finally, after making so many detours, to see all these fascinating sights in the city for which you really need a City Insider to lead you, we arrived at the Art Institute of Chicago, passing by, once again, Anish Kapoor’s Bean, of which I can never tire. Yes, I took a few more pictures of this very funky sculpture and managed to get quite a big chunk of the Chicago skyline reflected in it. Then, we walked on, crossed the street and arrived at the Art Institute.

I was given a free pass on the strength of my Met ID card (entry, otherwise, costs $32) and ML had her sister Claudette’s membership card with her—that enabled her to get in for free and also take me into the special Gustav Caillebotte exhibition that is currently on. We also picked up a Museum Plan that gave us a list of 12 highlights that can be seen in one hour and armed with those aids, we thought we’d begin in the Café by ordering some lunch.

Lunch at the Café of the Art Institute:

So the Art Institute Café is in a really beautiful setting. It is located outside the main building, in a sort of small courtyard that overlooks a beautiful fountain that plays continuously and is filled with sculptural figures. We ordered inside and were told to take our seats on the patio. Luckily, we found a table bordering the fountain that was also in the shade—as it was a nice day but the sun was really strong.

I order a Broccoli Salad with dried cherries, pecans and a tangy dressing and Marilou ordered a very fancy Grilled Sandwich with fresh figs, arugula and gruyere cheese. We decided to share them both and they were really delicious. Meanwhile, we chatted non-stop and charted out our route.

Exploring the Special Gustav Cailbotte Exhibition:

After about an hour during which time we gave our feet a chance to rest, we thought we’d begin our visit with a look at the special Gustav Caillebotte exhibition subtitled, ‘Painting His World’.

As its name suggests, it takes us into the intimate world of the artist and here’s what I learned about him: Caillebotte came from a very wealthy French family. He was born in the mid- 19th century. He had dabbled in other professions but soon found that he could afford to follow his passions and turned to Painting, He joined the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris where he learned the rudiments of painting. He soon got to know contemporary artists with whom he began to hang out—these were the Impressionists. He became fascinated by their work and began to follow their trends in his own work. In the meanwhile, he was also a generous patron of their work and bought a lot of their canvasses to help them survive—so many of them, eg. Van Gogh, could barely make a living.

Caillebotte painted people from his own life: his father, mother, brothers, uncle, family friends, etc. He was also one of the first people to take on what were, at that time, considered expensive, new hobbies and interests: swimming, angling and boating on the Seine. His interest in these sports led him to paint many scenes of skiffs (boats), rowers, anglers, people swimming in the river, etc. Furthermore, he loved the scenes around him of his own beloved city and he painted them quite frequently too. Many of these paintings are monumental and capture an era with a close sense of realism. He has people leaning over bridges looking at railway trains below, or people walking under umbrellas on rainy days. I found myself clicking a lot of pictures as I really did want to take home with me the vast variety of works that he created. There was a small section of nudes but nothing really special. He never married but had a long-term companion called Charlotte Berthiers—he painted her in various poses as she was clearly his Muse. It is good that Caillebotte was such a prolific painter because he died very young—at the age of 45—but he lives on in the great body of work that he has left behind. Furthermore, the great collection of Impressionist paintings he amassed, were bequeathed to the French State and formed the basis of what became the Musee d’Orsay. Both ML and I enjoyed the exhibition very much and were glad we did it at our leisure and while we still had time and energy.

Exploring the Highlights of the Museum:

We had about an hour and half at our disposal and decided that it was time for us to search out some of the highlights of the museum. Accordingly, we used the map (floor plan) and started off in the American section. We saw:

1. a bunch of paintings by Georgia O’Keefe including Cow Skull with White Rose

2. American Gothic (Grant Wood)

3. Nighthawks (Edward Hopper

4. Girl Reading (Mary Cassat)

5. Child Bathing (Mary Cassat)

6. Several works by Paul Gaugin

7. Gaugin’s Portrait of a Woman seated in front of a painting by Cezanne

8. View of Montepellier (Cezanne)

9. A Bowl of Apples (Cezanne)

10. Paintings by Pisarro including A Woman Collecting Grass

11. Waterlilies (Monet)

12. The Artist’s Bedroom in Arles (Van Gogh

13. Self Portrait (Van Gogh

14. A Sunday on the Grand Jatte (Seurat). This is a very popular painting and many people were posing in front of it.

15. Poppy Field (Monet)

16. Sea Scape (Monet)

17. Lady at the Piano (Renoir)

18. Two Sisters (Renoir)

19. Woman Reading (Manet)

20. Train Entering Gare St. Lazare (Monet)

21. On the Banks of the Seine, Bennecourt (Monet)

And finally, I suppose we kept the best for last: we saw the famous Favrille Window by Tiffany, created and known as the Hartwell Memorial Window. It seems like the twin of the famous Autumn Landscape Window in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York because it is very similar in design and style except that this window has cool colors (blues, greens, purples) as opposed to the warm colors (browns, reds, yellows, oranges) of the Met one. This towering window was transferred from the church to this spot, a monumental task, and it is indeed quite staggering no matter from what angle you look at it. We certainly ended our museum visit on a high note (no pun intended) and, unintentionally, we ended our exploration of Tiffany’s work with another wonderous work by the Master.

Making Our Way Back Home:

It was time to make our way back home. We were both exhausted and had run out of steam, but I managed to poke my head into the gift shop to find a most enticing array of productions. However, I had no intentions of buying anything and very shortly, we left. As we crossed the street, we passed the spot where the Historic Route 66 Began and so we took a picture beneath it.

We walked quickly to the Union Station and found a train that would take us back. About 45 minutes later, we were at the station, Sharon came in her car to pick us up and after a very short rest, she took me to the stores (Michael) to pick up a few more items. Then, we drove back to ML’s place where, she, bless her heart, had been hard at work getting dinner ready for us. By the time we reached her home, the table was laid and she had all her dishes ready.

Last Supper at ML’s:

And so, after fixing ourselves really refreshing G&Ts, filled with muddled herbs, lemon and cucumber, and snacking on cheddar cheese with cherries and nuts, we sat down to eat: ML had made a salad with raw zucchini ribbons with a lime and mint dressing, a mixed chopped salad and her homemade ravioli stuffed with spinach and ricotta cheese and baked in a tomato-mushroom sauce that was extremely tasty.

For dessert, I offered to treat them all to Frozen Custard for which Wisconsin is famous. Sharon and I went out to pick it up and had brought them home. ML had strawberry, Sharon had Pumpkin Spice and I had a sundae: Chocolate Ice-cream with Salted Caramel Sauce and Pecans to top it. What a wonderful meal we had and what a fabulous day it had turned out to be.

But all good things must come to an end and so I said my goodbyes to Sharon who had been so kind to me in taking me all over in her car to do my shopping. I adjourned into my room to take stock of the things I would need to do before my departure for New York tomorrow morning.

VUntil tomorrow, see 'ya...

Exploring the Chicago Botanical Gardens and Attending a Religious Concert at Hoy Name Cathedral in Chicago

Thursday, September 25, 2025

Chicago

Exploring the Chicago Botanical Gardens and Attending a Religious Concert at Hoy Name Cathedral in Chicago

Today was another fabulous day in Chicago. It is amazing how different each day is and how much we are able to pack into it. All thanks to ML who has put so much thought into planning and executing a program of activity for me that she knows I will enjoy immensely.

So, after breakfast this morning: toast with peanut butter and honey and decaff coffee, we decided to go to the Chicago Botanical Garden as ML is a member there and gets to take visitors in for free.

In the Chicago Botanical Garden:

We were blessed by a fabulous day for walking in gardens—and indeed this is exactly what it is—a series of gardens or garden rooms, each of which has a different thematic design. As soon as we entered, what caught our eye were the trailing Chrysanthemums in yellow that were trained to grow down both sides of the large overhead planters. A few steps later, we discovered that there was a Walking Tour, due to begin in just a few minutes. We decided to join it.

However, before the tour began, ML who knows the garden well, gave me her own tour by beginning at the Greenhouses that were grouped according to climate conditions: equatorial, arid, etc. I love these greenhouses as one sees magnificent varieties in these spaces. We also passed by the Bonsai section where we saw 70-80 year bonsai cypress trees. A truly amazing sight.

Taking the tour turned out to be less pleasing than we would expect. The guide told us that she is new at the game, but she basically knew nothing—all the time she had to check her notes. Her knowledge of most plants and items was zero. Still, it was good to walk through the various parts of the garden, to skirt the lake and see the fish life beneath (large carp and smaller fish), to see a blue heron on an island, to see Canada geese in the lake, to see a grand bronze sculpture of Canada geese, to gasp at a wonderful sculpture of Linneaus and to see the Model Railroad (which then made me eager to actually enter the space and see it).

Well, I guess for me, the best part of the tour was a visit to the English gardens which were divided into several rooms: The Rose Garden, The Tudor Garden, the Knot Garden, etc. Each one of these carried the characteristics of English gardens that make them distinctive including Lutyens benches and Gertrude Jekyl herbaceous borders—not to mention red brick walls that form walled gardens filled with sculpture and fountains. I could spend entire days in Gardens—honestly, if only I had more time, I would do just this.

Of course, we thoroughly enjoyed the Model Railroad. I also love miniature trains and there was such a variety of them. They were trained to pass through a vast miniature landscape that featured some of America’s best-known landmarks such as the Statue of Liberty and the White House as well as lesser-known monuments such as Mount Rushmore and Falling Water, a Frank Lloyd Wright-designed building in Pennsylvania. Of course, we took many pictures and became kids again as we watched the trains tunnel through the landscape that was also filled with exquisite plantings of every kind.

Home for Lunch and a Short Nap Before a Big Outing:

We did make our way through the gift shop where I spotted a nice set of pinecone motif oven glove and potholder. It was priced at 50% off and when I went up to pay for it, ML let me have it as her gift to me. I thought that was really lovely of her and I will treasure it and think of her every time I use it.

The, it was time for us to get back home to have lunch and, hopefully, get a bit of a nap too. It would be a selection of leftovers from ML’s stash of dishes: her delicious carrot, lentil and ginger soup and stuffed chicken breasts from last night. It made a handsome and very tasty lunch and would leave us with enough time to get some rest. She is constantly on the go as she has two dogs to cater to, to feed, to take on walks, etc. I actually managed to get a quick nap in before I woke up to shower and then get dressed for the next item on our agenda for today.

A Cocktail Party in Chicago followed by a Concert of Religious Music:

ML happens to volunteer with an organization called Ignatian Voluntary Corps (IVC). She gives them two days of her week and also supports their fund-raising. In fact, I found out that she is something of a celebrity in these circles as they gave us VIP seats in the church.

So, Claudette (ML’s sister) drove over to her place and parked in her driveway and then we were off—we headed to Sharon’s place to pick her up first and then to the home of a 91-year old lady named Elizabeth, whom they happen to know through the YWCA of which they are members. So, with five folks in the car, ML drove us to Chicago and parked her car downtown.

We were headed to the Holy Name Cathedral, where our appointment was based. It turned out to be the 25th anniversary of IVC and to ‘celebrate’ the occasion, they were throwing a small cocktail party as well as holding a concert of religious hymns. The cocktail party was held in the space outside the Cathedral where about a hundred people had gathered. They were all dressed well, in smart casual outfits and were heading straight for the food tables. ML was worried that we might not have anything substantial to eat and had made us ham and cheese sandwiches before we left the house in case we felt puckish in the car on the way back.

As it turned out, there was an ample amount of cocktail and finger food on vast buffet tables as well as a well-stocked drinks station with beer and soft drinks. I helped myself to shrimp in a cocktail sauce, fish with tartare sauce, lamb sliders, grilled chicken breast on skewers, a hot pasta dish (cheese tortellini in tomato sauce), tomato bruschetta, olives, etc. I also had a Sprite. On another desserts table, there mini cakes: chocolate, cheesecake, carrot, etc. Boy, it was an impressive and delicious spread and we did justice to it.

A Really Uplifting Concert:

And then, after about 90 minutes, and after ML had met many of the prominent folks associated with the IVC, we found enough time to use rest rooms before taking our seats in the church. We were given VIP seats right on the second row so that we had an excellent view of the altar where a baby grand piano had been set up.

The concert was being given by Dan Schutte, an ex-Jesuit priest, who, since 1979, has been writing sacred music that has been accepted by the American Catholic churches and become frequent aspects of our church liturgy. In fact, he belongs to a group of four men known as the St. Louis Jesuits—all musicians, I think three of them left the priesthood although one of them, Rock O’Connor, is still a Jesuit. In fact, a booklet was distributed to us and we were invited to join in the singing wherever we could, although at some junctures, no verses were printed, so that Dan could sing them—we would join in the chorus. Dan came on stage and was greeted with much applause as everyone is familiar with his name. His singing is also quite wonderful and occasionally, he plays the guitar. So between the piano and the guitar, he accompanied himself and drew us well into his music too. It was great because in-between each song, he’d give us a few lines to tell us how the hymn had been composed, what factors have influenced or inspired it, etc. Llew and I love his music very much and are very familiar with it. I was hearing most of these hymns after four years—as we have a completely different repertoire of hymns in Indian churches. So, on the whole, it was quite a wonderful concert and I was very happy to have some Cultural enlightenment and enrichment also thrown into the mix of exciting things I have done this week.

Back Home to Crash:

As each of us had eaten well and were tired and ready to go off to bed, we piled quite happily in the car. It had been a long concert (more than two hours—almost three) and we were grateful to ML who did the driving back. She dropped off Elizabeth, then Sharon and then pulled into her driveway so that Claudette could pick up her car and go home.

All that was left was for me to say Goodnight to ML, thank her for a lovely day and crash into my bed.

Until tomorrow, see ya’…