Standing in the rain on a SoHo street I found myself in the place once reserved for magazine images and Sex and the City re-runs. It was everything. The buildings, wise in years and full in stature seemed to envelope all that hurried along the cobblestone streets below. I was in awe. This place, held so close to many a New Yorker’s heart, had just firmly planted itself within mine.
Our sojourn to New York definitely lived up to all expectations. The city that never sleeps, I loved it all (well, apart from the mystery cup of liquid spilt on me in the subway. According to one New Yorker though, many have faired far greater atrocities while on their daily commute, so I guess I got off lightly). The rich tapestry that is NYC, the good, the bad and the ugly, although at times claustrophobic, proved to be as magnificent as I’d hoped.
For two weeks we called the West Village home. We instantly fell in love with the tree lined streets, the beautiful brownstones, the laid back atmosphere and quaint cafes. To say we would stay there again in a heartbeat would be an understatement. After exploring the island of dreams, I can definitely say I’m a downtown kind of girl.
I thought I’d share a few of my favourites for those planning their own NYC adventure. If I had one tip for those who haven’t yet had the pleasure, pack your walking shoes and get ready to walk every block and laneway. All is not what it seems and the best treasures are often tucked away – yet always worth searching for.