My goodness there are a lot of them in NYC.
Does anyone know how many exactly? (A million at least.)
I’m rewinding for a second back to December when I went to New York City for the day with my mom and her friend Susan. We went to see the Rockettes (MAGIC!) and have lunch (delicious!) on THE COLDEST DAY OF THE YEAR. It might have been freezing, but that doesn’t mean it was any less perfect. I have memories upon memories of going into this part of the city with my mother, always around the holidays. We would bundle up and take the train in with my Grammy and my sister and my dad, and we would walk down Fifth Avenue and venture to the tree at Rockefeller Center. We would peer into the windows at Saks, and visit a little french bookstore by 30 Rock (I don’t think it’s there anymore, sadly, I couldn’t find it the last time I was there). And we would always, ALWAYS stop to watch the skaters– wishing it was us with our skates on, gliding on that ice. I love this part of New York City. The shops! The lights! The people! The crowds are horrendous, but the memories and the spirit are too good to make it anything other than fabulous.
Another great visit for the photo archives…
This city just never gets old.