The past three days have been so lovely, my coworker and I have been taking full advantage by going for a stroll around our new neighborhood. It's definitely no Times Square (camera-toting tourists have been switched for Suits and fancy shoppers), but working a block away from Central Park has its perks :)
This is the first site that greets me when I get out of the train station in the morning. Maybe someday I'll be able to afford whatever's inside.
I love looking at the vendors' tables along Central Park. They all sell similar items and prints, but I never get tired of it. I've also never bought a single thing from there. On Tuesday, we spent a while perusing through the books at The Strand's Central Park Kiosk. I keep saying I want to pop into their bookstore someday, but I'm scared my brain will explode from their daunting collection.
My coworker kept telling the horse to bite me for poking fun at it. But can you blame me? It has a feather duster on its head! I'm sure the tourists and the Rockettes agree with me on that one.
Central Park: our quick escape from the concrete jungle. It's what shakes me up and almost makes me take back my wanting to someday leave this city and head for greener pastures.
Strange that this patch of nature is what reopens my eyes to New York City's beauty. On a gorgeous day, I could spend forever there.
But alas, shopping - namely J. Crew - beckoned and while my coworker tried on clothes and my hands got their fill of soft cashmere...
I took a moment to take in the view of Columbus Circle below. P.S. New York, I love you.
Afterward it was right back to reality/ work...
past Grand Army Plaza and the Plaza Hotel...
and past more fancy stores - Apple (underneath the cool glass cube), Bergdorf Goodman and FAO Schwarz - that fill the area. I can imagine the hustle and bustle of shoppers scurrying about with their goodies that will surround us once the holidays arrive.
This is the first site that greets me when I get out of the train station in the morning. Maybe someday I'll be able to afford whatever's inside.I love looking at the vendors' tables along Central Park. They all sell similar items and prints, but I never get tired of it. I've also never bought a single thing from there. On Tuesday, we spent a while perusing through the books at The Strand's Central Park Kiosk. I keep saying I want to pop into their bookstore someday, but I'm scared my brain will explode from their daunting collection.My coworker kept telling the horse to bite me for poking fun at it. But can you blame me? It has a feather duster on its head! I'm sure the tourists and the Rockettes agree with me on that one.Central Park: our quick escape from the concrete jungle. It's what shakes me up and almost makes me take back my wanting to someday leave this city and head for greener pastures.Strange that this patch of nature is what reopens my eyes to New York City's beauty. On a gorgeous day, I could spend forever there.But alas, shopping - namely J. Crew - beckoned and while my coworker tried on clothes and my hands got their fill of soft cashmere...I took a moment to take in the view of Columbus Circle below. P.S. New York, I love you.Afterward it was right back to reality/ work...past Grand Army Plaza and the Plaza Hotel...and past more fancy stores - Apple (underneath the cool glass cube), Bergdorf Goodman and FAO Schwarz - that fill the area. I can imagine the hustle and bustle of shoppers scurrying about with their goodies that will surround us once the holidays arrive.