New York, the city that sweeps me off my feet every time I go.
It’s hard not to get lost in the moment, to be completely emerged in the energy of the city that never sleeps, and to lose track of all time. Every time I set foot in the city, I find myself returning to old rituals and making new traditions. This trip to New York was a last minute, spur of the moment – just the way I love a trip. With no plans for the 12 days there, I arrived with a suitcase stuffed with all of my jackets, and ready for whatever was going to come.
Postcards from the trip….
Old ritual: table for 1 at Jack’s Wife Freda
New tradition: traveling with this Orange & Harp and coffee at Ost Cafe
Old ritual: walks across the High Line
Old ritual: hotel lobby hangs. New tradition: The Marlton Hotel
Old ritual: falling in love with Brownstones in Park Slope
Old ritual: DUMBO, pastries from Almondine, and these views.
New tradition: walk across the Brooklyn Bridge!
New tradition: getting lost in alleyways and finding these gems..
Old ritual: West Village hangouts.
Old ritual: walk in Central Park with macaroons from Laduree, and visit Balto.
New tradition: afternoon tea the Plaza
New tradition: rooftop sesh at the Surrey Hotel
New tradition: find yourself in Times Square at 3 in the morning when it’s dumping snow.
Thank you New York, see you soon.