I got the trains down to Coney Island, an exhausting experience, as it seems extremely easy for me to to take the wrong train on New York's subway system.
The painting there went well, the day warm and gilded with sunshine, and that warm melancholy you feel you feel on such days when it is nice and there's nothing to fight for.
Coney Island seemed less tragic this time than I remember two years ago
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