Probably going to go by Ms. Guggenheim's little
place today, to check out her nice art collection
and pay our respects at her grave (and her yappy
little dogs') in the garden. Used to come here for
cocktails back in the early '70s. Peggy would
hold court, wearing one of her hideous
housedresses. One of the American interns gave
me grief for taking this photo of the view out the
window. Felt like telling the little pisher, "I was here
drinking prosecco with Peggy before you were born!"
(But didn't.)
