I had two full days in New York entirely to myself – utter freedom to do as little or as much as I wanted. I stayed at the Fairfield Inn and Suites near Penn Station which was perfect – perfect room, perfect location, perfect staff. Plus I had the above view from my room – I didn’t ever close the curtains as I couldn’t get enough of it. Waking up to that view each day was so memorable.
I decided to split the island, take the west side first and the east second. After a quick diversion for roadworks, I made my way to the High Line – my favourite space in New York. I hoped to walk around the Hudson Yards considering this was closed on our last trip thanks to Snowmageddon 2015. But again, it was still not to be.
Much less snow in 2017, but still closed. It only snowed for about 5 minutes on this visit, but they hadn’t been able to clear the snow from a few days before so kept the Hudson Yards closed. A bit disappointed, I made my way down the rest of the High Line which was blissfully quiet, if not a bit windy. There’s a lot of construction work around 30th St so some of the High Line is under cover – I guess there’s going to be a lot of new apartments and offices within the next couple of years (also a lot of ugly looking buildings…)
I dropped down to street level at 14th St to visit Chelsea Market – another favourite place of mine. I had a sticky bun and some lemonade from Amy’s Bread whilst texting Husband, feeling really homesick for him at this point as we’d visited Amy’s in 2015. As much as I enjoyed my solo trip around NY, I did experience a few pangs of sehnsucht for him.
After a further wander round the market, I carried on south to the iconic Bleecker Street. I am in love with the whole of Greenwich Village, and Bleecker even more so. It was so peaceful and so different to Midtown. I decided to just give in and be a cliched tourist. I hit Kate Spade (where I experienced the best customer service I’ve ever had), Co Bigelow, Sephora, and you guessed it, Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment. I was having the best me-time.
So cheesy, but LOOK! CARRIE LIVES HERE! There were some British tourists taking selfies in front of her stoop whilst I pretended I was a local, just out for spot of shopping. It’s such a beautiful street and whilst I felt a bit guilty for traipsing down a regular residential street, I tried to be very respectful of this.
I’m such a dork.
So after buying a beautiful Kate Spade bag and some Co Bigelow goodies, I walked back up 6th Avenue, popping in to the Container Store to see what all the fuss is about, before picking up a very late lunch from Lenwich. I intended to have a quick nap before going out for some evening shopping, but I ended up getting sucked into TV. The bed was too comfy, so I snuggled in and watched the sun set.
untold blisses 
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