Two weeks ago, I went to New York for a work trip to see & photograph & write about the Patek Philippe Grand Exhibition of Watches near Grand Central. (I know, I know, my job is still the coolest.) I took the train up and back, which felt luxurious (and was also faster) compared to the Bolt Bus. I had a few hours in the afternoon to myself, and I immediately headed to the Upper East Side to hit what I like to refer to as the “Erin Trifecta”: macarons at Ladurée on Madison Avenue, a pop into Albertine Bookstore at the French Embassy on Fifth Avenue, and a stroll around the European Paintings wing at The Met. I couldn’t have scheduled a more magical day for myself if I tried; it wasn’t even that hot and muggy, which, for mid-July in Manhattan, was pretty thrilling. It was a long day–caught a 9am train up and got home a little after 7pm–but a reminder that life is good, and my job is good, and carrying my camera around again is good.
Also macarons. Macarons are so good.
PS. I didn’t plan on taking the month of July off from writing here (2017 has not been my best blogging year, let’s just say that), and it felt like old times getting this post together. I’m writing offline like never before, for work and for my novel. I’m about a month-and-a-half out from my next Paris trip, so I’m also mentally packing and making lists and counting down the days. My day in New York is a precursor for things to come in Paris: macarons, a museum, bookstores. Pas mal.