Writing from lounge at JFK...said goodbye to Margaret and Kate early in the morning in front of a sleepy Carlyle hotel. K was back to her old self: traveling in pyjama bottoms and flip flops, holding her blanket and sucking her mildly dirty thumb.
I asked her how she was feeling, and she said: sad, but I am coming back next year, so it's ok. F is as usual beside himself at the prospect of being holed up in an airplane for many hours (amazing to me that it never gets old for him...)
Below: Kate choosing chocolate mousse the first night: Empire State: in front of a restaurant downtown with view of Statue of you-know-who

Next stop London xxx