The weather was so glorious on the weekend, the Anesthetist and I decided to do some bike riding. we drove out to Larchmont, a pretty town full of French people on the Long Island Sound. It's only 45 minutes from Manhattan, but feels hours away. It's real suburbia with large houses, sprawling gardens, quiet streets, sea views and open parks. The architecture is very mixed. There's 'Psycho' houses but with colored paint, Americana with large flags, Tudor and the rest, all built around the 20's and 30's.
After the bike ride, we decided on a walk in a nearby marshlands conservancy and here I saw my first real, live, wild turkey. Like straight off the bottle of bourbon! It was huge! And quite beautiful.