So. We’re here. In NYC. Which is very exciting. We’ve just spent the first night in a teeny room sharing a teeny double bed. Brings back memories of the previous mother/daughter road trip I was on a few weeks ago – I’ve now swapped roles. Initially I was the daughter sleeping with strange Romanian refugee style mother and now I have inadvertently become that mother.
Flight was easy enough. A yellow taxi from the airport into the city is about $50 and very easy to get. The price is already set which was good because our driver got a bit lost. Our hotel is odd. I’ve gone for a budget option, but although it’s a pretty good location, it seems to be mostly a building site. Barely any lobby and loads of drilling. Consequently grumpy staff and a dodgy lift. Not sure what to do about it – they should really tell you stuff like that when you book in don’t you think?
Anyway, woken up this am to a scary text from friend “trust you to walk into NYC now on high alert. Looking for 3 men.. bla bla”. OH NO. I guess there was always going to be concerns and increased security but I hope no more than that!
Last night was great. Having gained 5 hours we were on the streets of NYC by 3pm on our way to our first big appointment. Love it. So vibrant. Every other woman appeared to be wearing Hunter wellies with a skirt. Which I thought was a little odd because a)it wasn’t raining and b)it was too hot for wellies.
We walked about 35 blocks down Fifth Avenue and got there just in time to get involved with some of the Fashion Night Out stuff.
Michael Kors was standing chatting in a shop window:-
There were bands in the street and lots of unusual attractions:-
This one was weird – a rather gorgeous man just sticking lots of twinkly stickers all over twinkly girl – interesting addition to their CV:-
We did meet Grace Coddington in the Prada shop which was brilliant – she didn’t have time for a full interview, but gave us some time:-
Lots of unusual characters out and about:-