Our first day out and about was not a fashion-y day, as you can see by my attire. We ran errands, then headed downtown to the World Trade Center Memorial. It is a beautiful place, somber and evocative. I experienced a flood of sadness, rage, pride and thankfulness for the courage of the responders and so many others.
We walked over to Zuccotti Park where the Occupy Wall Street protesters are camped. Whatever your political beliefs, it is a reminder that we have the right to peacefully protest — thanks Founding Fathers! And so many countries do not permit the same.
I loved this poster, juxtaposed with the brooms. It means so much to me, as a woman whose mother’s generation was expected to be homemakers above all.