I woke up in NYC on my 29th birthday, courtesy of my boyfriend. Never have I been in America let alone New York City.
Stephen told me that one of his top 5 moments of our trip was seeing my face when I looked out the window of our (Big Massive Chevvy) Uber on our way to the hotel. I just couldn't believe it. After all the movies, all the songs, all the style, I was finally here. The Source from which everything derived; food, makeup, style, songs, film.
My post on NYC isn't so much about what we 'bought' or too much of us taking selfies among incredible sites so show ourselves in a majestic, visual context to emphasise the whole "Look where I am" to shock or impress (Don't get me wrong, there IS some of that). We actually just want to show you the real, more rustic and raw insight to New York. A New York experienced for the first time.
4th February 2018
I woke up to the infinite loop of my boyfriend singing 'Happy Birthday' followed by the reminder that he was now my Toy-boy. I assured him that he only had 4 months to enjoy that novelty.
My darling friend Alyce was also in NYC during the time we were there, so it made my birthday extra special that we got to have brunch with her, a stroll along the streets, and a visit to the infamous 'Magnolia Bakery' for an American size sweet fix.
|Alyce & I|
|Rockefeller Ice Skating Rink|
|The New York Public Library|
|Alyce enjoying her (exquisite) Banana Pudding|
Later that evening my boyfriend took me to dinner in 'Fig & Olive' on Fifth avenue. It was an absolutely DIVINE meal. It's a restaurant that specialises in Mediterranean cuisine, and therefore suited my Vegetarian diet. I throughly enjoyed it, despite the jet lag hitting me like a brick wall during the main course. Hence an abrupt ending to the 'birthday' photos.
The next day we went to the Rockefeller Centre, right up to the observation deck. It was such a crisp, bright day which meant we had the most clear, unobstructed view of the city.
Later that day we sauntered into 'The Plaza' (Excuse Us), looking more like Kevin from Home Alone than a guest. The lobby, smelling strongly of what I can only describe as a flower massacre, was sealed off for people checking in. We (I) 'oogled' at everyone coming and going, wondering if they were, (well hoping it'd be) Beyonce. (As If)
We made our way to the National September 11 Memorial & Museum. It is something I'll never forget for as long as I live. The main feeling I had upon leaving was one of humility and honour.
I felt profound honour to have been allowed to experience, indirectly, the pain of those victimised on 9/11. Obviously I won't put photos up of the damage we saw in the museum, nor would they do any justice in translating our experience. You have to experience it for yourself.
|One World Trade Centre|
We stopped to explore 'Grand Central Station' on our way to the Chelsea Markets. It was colossal and grand, even if it is just a train station. ('Gossip Girl' fans will know why I wanted to see it too)
We also got to stop by for a
quick peek into the Public Library.
If I lived in New York I think I'd visit here everyday. Walking into the building feels like you're being transported into a dimension where all the eras and span of time that ever were have been calculated to co-exist in that very space, right there in Manhattan.
|The Flatiron Building|
The Highline & SoHo
SoHo was a favourite of mine and Stephen's. We started the descent into SoHo via the 'Highline' which was an old railway track turned walkway and park
|View from Highline|
|View from Highline|
Our experience in 'MarieBelle' would almost warrant an entire post of its own.
Snuggled away in SoHo, MarieBelle was another one of those places that transformed you to a different place and time. This time we were in 1920s Paris, and drinking pure chocolate. After walking through the most delicate chocolate shop, reminiscent of the movie 'Cholat', we discovered a little cafe in the back.
We immediately got a table, because who says "no" to chocolate in ornate little teacups and saucers?!
We got straight to ordering, and in-between times the attentive chocolatier would come out with 'samples' of chocolate that were just made.
It wouldn't be a trip to Little Italy without trying 'Lombardi's', America's oldest pizzeria (that don't serve chips I would later discover much to the amusement of my boyfriend when I asked "Do you have chaaaaps?" in my melodic Derry accent.)
My boyfriend has a penchant for pizza and so this was one of many in our 'pizza' crawl.
|Beautiful Sights in Soho|
I hope you enjoyed that insight to our New York experience.
Part 2 will be coming very soon!
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