The Long and Short of Bermuda Shorts

Tucker's Point in Bermuda has a quietly seductive aura of elegance and sophistication. Since it is what you would expect from a Rosewood resort like others of its caliber, it does not pretend to appeal to the tourist masses. But then, neither does Bermuda. The island conjures up all those images of former British Colonialism, impeccable pastel cottages, and those elegant gentlemen dressed for business in Hamilton in their uniquely Bermudian shorts, jackets and ties. This sartorial splendor helps them do all those offshore banking transactions in style.

The island is not pretentious, just rich in culture and finances. Tucker's Point is equal to the task of accommodating, entertaining even Queen Elizabeth and her entourage, providing an impeccable golf course that rolls its greens to the azure sea, and just providing an amazing indulgence of spirit.

We were greeted by Ray, the doorman clad in a pink pith helmet with matching pink tie. Bermuda shorts, of course. The staff is genuinely gracious and responsive. The accommodations are quite spectacular, with views from the balcony that astound.

Our table at The Point was adjacent to the one where Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip dined when they visited Bermuda last year. We shared the same tea pot. That was enough for me.

It was a memorable escape from city life. I am sure the Queen felt the same.

The Gilded Age

I love the way New York City becomes the Escapism Capital of the World at this time of year.

It really is a tremendous relief to world-weary folks like me, who tire of Middle East mayhem and learning that David Petraeus's "moral compass" seemed to be always pointing South. Many of us blew through Sandy with our survival instincts of urban camping, too. And even more challenging than surviving a hurricane and Nor'easter in one week, we got through the media blowout with Obama vs. Romney.

Unabashedly, I welcome Escapism now as we head to the holidays, which everyone says are too soon upon us. Of course, I wonder myself how we got to another round of commercialism so fast. But I revel in the retreat to cocooning and planning recipes, in pre-Thanksgiving buying of Christmas cards that I will never send, and wondering how anyone can host a Thanksgiving dinner for 20 people when they work 60 hours a week and have a 5'x 5' kitchen.

So, I sallied forth on Saturday to Fifth Avenue to observe tourists laden with shopping bags. I swept into Henri Bendel, credit cardless and curious. Magically, I was transformed from fatigue to fantasy. More like a brownstone than an office building, Henri Bendel is stunning architecturally in any season, and now it was airbrushed with gold decoration creatively dangling from a central elevation, not diminishing the beauty of the domed skylight or the Lalique windows dating back to pre-World War I.

Somehow I straddled the two worlds of exquisite materialism and timeless elegance of the structure itself. I imagined how many shoppers did not even notice the etched Lalique poppies and vines that reach skyward from the second floor windows facing Fifth Avenue. They are enhanced by the sunlight that creates an explosive Art Nouveau design, which reveals the glass maker's affection for the natural world. It is a such a startling contrast between the artifice of holiday escapism, and the subtle beauty of the more enduring structure that brought a sense of peacefulness.

I left Bendel bagless, yet richer by far in more ways than one.

Room With a View

From the cozy confines of our 16th floor apartment last night overlooking Central Park South, the Nor'easter looked amazingly like a page from Jack Finney's Time and Again. As in the scene from the novel that takes place in New York City in 1882, the horses pulling a few carriages transcend time and weather forecasts. There is always silence that attends these unexpected snowfalls, and that is as welcome as the beauty that equally astonishes. For a few moments I forgot the relentless images of this past week of the sadness, frustration and despair that are affecting so many of the people who are suffering after Hurricane Sandy. Now came a storm with a folksy reference..."Nor'easter." This time, it was an anonymous reminder of the kinds of New England wallops that bring destruction, while at the same time creating resilience...a word well-known to New Yorkers.