Le Brunch

Okay, I'll try to wind up covereage of last weekend's events in time for the next one. So Sunday morning found a happy party of 8, which included the three sisters, Grandma, the de Foys, and Jean & I, meeting up from brunch at Deborah in the West Village. It was a festive, yet speedy affair, since Mom had to race off (we hope with all baggage accounted for) to the airport in pretty short order.







If I hadn't cropped the picture above, you'd be able to observe that some of us like to have beer for brunch. But I won't say who...