In just a few moments, Mrs Oliver and I head to Manhattan for a lunch of proper Moroccan food and later Indian for dinner, but the main activity is a few hours at The Met. It’s a challenge to decide where to start in that sprawling museum, but I’m urging the American furnishings section for a look at the 18th Century Chippendales. His craftsmanship soothes my soul since, in my head, it’s 1783 and the war is now won. My stance is difficult to maintain when both my beloved wife and my valet resolutely refuse to powder my wig. More anon.
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