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. 

Ramen, always. 

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. 

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