Sarah-the-will-she-go-won’t-she-go-for-Obama‘s-job-Palin is in travel mode. We’re not talking Washington. For now it’s fie on a bus trip to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. She’s planning to go farther. Miss Sarah can’t see Israel from her house so, even if she lacks mileage, she’s organizing a see-all, hear-all, know-all, meet-all, learn-all, tell-all first plane ride to the Holy Land. This lady knows on which side her votes are buttered.

The journey, transportation, accommodations, schedule, appointments to see VIPs, the faithful who accompany her, are being arranged as we speak. Target date’s springtime.

Not one to blow headlines, it will be before that April hoo-ha when Princess Catherine Kate marries King-in-waiting Prince Wills.

Many dignitaries have extended invitations. This might even be the first of many international visits. Sarah Palin doesn’t see why only Sasha, Malia and Michelle should see the world.

HAPPY to be back from abroad and dining at one of New York’s delicious restaurants, Il Bastardo on 21st and Seventh, I adored a terrific dinner . . . That Anne Hathaway– playing-Judy-Garland biopic delayed a year. Partly because Anne’s suddenly so hot. All but maybe that con guy ex-lover languishing in the can seem to want her . . . Kiddies, this stuff about Hillary being done. Cooked. No more political office after this? I told you this long ago. Last year ago. Pay attention! . . . Also want to tell you, year’s best pictures are “The Social Network” and “The King’s Speech.” Worst? “Eat, Pray, Drone” or whatever it was called . . . GERI Halliwell, that old Spice Girl, still has some spice left. With Mrs. David Beckham, that other Spice Girl, having a clothing line, Halliwell’s coming out with a bathing-suit line.

LORNA Luft — forever called “Judy Garland’s daughter” and/or “Liza Minnelli‘s sister” — opens tonight at Feinstein’s. Not in the small club. In the Regency hotel’s ballroom.

“My orchestra’s 11 pieces,” she told me. “The act has me duetting with my mother on a video screen. Took six months to produce this with people who did Carol Burnett‘s show. It’s two hours, but I’ll only do one hour here. I tell a story. How I learned from my mother. In the opening she sings to me when I’m 11. Songs like ‘I Can’t Give You Anything But Love.’ I would never dare attempt ‘Over the Rainbow.’ She sings that while I do ‘Shining Star,’ a companion piece.

“I’ve done this tribute to her legacy, ‘Songs My Mother Taught Me,’ for years in concerts all over but not New York. With many friends closing on Broadway, I’m lucky to be employed.

“I’m wearing a black tuxedo designed specially for me. It’s corseted. Listen, at this age everything’s corseted.”

Will Liza show tonight?

“We e-mail, see one another. We’re close. Despite made-up stories over years that we fight, we made a constant decision for our sisterly relationship to be quiet.

“But my big excitement? My husband, Colin, and I adopted Gene, a 14-week-old gorgeous white Lab. A Palm Springs facility raises Labs, poodles, retrievers as guide dogs for the blind. We’re screened, investigated, given books. Told Gene’s not allowed on the bed, furniture or all over the house. He’s fostered 18 months during his training. Then there’s a test. Fifty percent don’t pass, and then we’d have him back forever. If he makes it, he’s the eyes of those who can’t see. Many unsighted are vets. When a bomb exploded, one guy back from Afghanistan lost his sight. He told me, ‘My dog became my eyes.’ ”

Arriving yesterday from her California home, Lorna was admittedly excited. So will Liza show tonight?

“Hopefully. I don’t really know.”

MARRAKECH was a holiday mosh pit: France’s prez, Nicolas Sarkozy, and singer actress model wife Carla Bruni. French actress Etchika Choureau with p.r. man Jim Mitchell. Also Morocco’s King Mohammed VI, the missus, Princess Lalla Salma, his whole family — three sisters and a brother. His Majesty drove a Mercedes with motorbike security and blazing sirens. Meanwhile Jamaica’s Round Hill featured Alfre Woodard, Meredith Vieira, the Ralph Laurens, movie producer Wendy Finerman. And at the same time cosmetics queen Trish McEvoy was in the checkout line at Target.

PLEASE. With Christmas over, let’s beg for no more cards with endless letters about what people’s grand children, uncles, dogs, parents, stepsister did all year. Who cares? If we cared, we’d have seen them personally throughout 12 months and we’d know! Clearly we don’t care, which is why we haven’t seen them. Also, print your names. Or include your last name. Scrawled one-name handwritten signatures are illegible. Nobody can tell who sent them . . . And happy January to you all.

NEW Year’s Eve. West 68th Street. A plate full of freshly baked brownies outside one of the apartment build ings. An attached note read: “Happy New Year. Enjoy!”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.