Wonder

After very trying interlude at the Apple store in Soho this morning (Do not wish to relive experience except to say that computer technicians often needlessly brusque.) But have lovely walk back to school. See policeman on horse. Horse weaves around orange cones placed in a line on side of street. Have sudden intense wish to be horse policeman. Do not care for uniforms generally, but boots very hansom and horse looks neither mean nor slovenly. (Later, the Contessa reminds me that Those horses are trained to walk on top of protestors and the cop is the one who tells them to do it.) pass through washington square park which is decorated with masses of fake bushes, trees and there are large cranes all over the place, including one crane holding up a car-sized balloon. Am enchanted and wish that there were always huge balloons in park. Deduce that movie is being filmed--when get to Fifth Avenue, see long string of very filthy cars and wonder if they are part of set or not. Experience very unpleasant moment when am not sure what is real and what isn't, but then think about big balloon and horse and am happy again. Tell Libby about balloon which is a mistake because she says with no sense of wonder or curiosity, in flat tone, Those are for lighting movies at night.