THE SWEET STYLISH PILLAGE OF THE NEW BARABARIANS

"It's a wedding!" exclaims the younger of the matronly Peck & Peck pair who are struggling to keep their Saturday's shopping in its many genteely undersized shopping bags as they shuffle along towards their Park Avenue homes past the long, black lines of limousines and liveried drivers parked beside the hotel door. "Someone must have gotten married!" she adds, while her friend agrees. And really, it's the only apt conjecture on this perfect, temperate, blue May afternoon, as to why an ominous unbroken row of Cadillacs covers the sunny side of Sixty-sixth Street. Spring is, after all, the time for marriage, the time of fertility and renewal in all of nature, and so, naturally, these black limousines, which in other weather or on other days might very well seem funereal, must be here for a wedding, a proper spring occasion.