This past Sunday Oli and I spent an unseasonably warm afternoon strolling around lower Manhattan. I had never seen this part of the city before and was delighted to find a quintessential old New York vibe that I'd been searching for since August. I'd begun to fear that the New York I'd dreamt of as a youngster when watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and Annie Hall was long gone. Fear not, it is alive and well! The fallen leaves, nibbling squirrels and streams of hazy sunlight on the old buildings gave the afternoon a dreamy timeless quality. Heck, it wouldn't of surprised me if Holly Golighty herself sauntered past.
When the sun started to fade and the chill set in we jumped on a subway and headed for home, but not before swinging by a local cafe to stock up on choc-chip cookies the size of our heads. With our sweet loot and warm cups of tea in hand, we clambered up into the loft for a few episodes of our favourite show before slumber. This was quite possibly the very best way to end the week.
Do you have a favourite Sunday ritual?