Travel & Hotspots

onze meid in New York

What our dear Bo is up to this week? You can read about it here!

The summer is here, fi-nal-ly! And as befits the New York climate, you walk on Tuesday in your thickest coat with an umbrella in the street and on Wednesday it’s 30 degrees. It’s not normal how hot it is, but I remind myself not to complain about the heat just yet. Because otherwise, it’s never good. So I put on the lightest pants there are, dive into the well-known rooftop terrace of Le Bain and toast to the sun. Hello summer, nice to have you here!

To be honest, I’m never Uptown or actually I’m not often found above 28th street. But today I am. We’re going Upper East. The district of the elite, where children are not exceptionally brought to school by limousine and where the number of botox injections is on average the highest. And although I find it just a bit too far from the bustling Down Town, I must honestly admit that I understand all those rich snobs. Wow, it’s beautiful here. And without the enormous hysteria and hustle, but still New York. Yes, if we ever win the lottery, I could live here. Without that kids' limo and botox injections though.

We drink coffee at Match 65, a French bistro with a lovely terrace. Just between taking photos, because that’s why we are Uptown; shooting pictures for my blog. And that always results in beautiful photos, but also in a lot of hanging out on the terrace and drinking coffee with a refreshing bowl of fresh fruit in this case.

A tidy house is a tidy mind. So I decide to empty my entire closet and organize things. I can’t believe what all comes out. Stuffed in every possible corner and crevice, I pull out forgotten skirts, tops, slippers, and sweaters. Everything I haven’t worn in a year goes into the bag for the Salvation Army. I do check if there are any holes or stains, because those go straight into the trash. But it’s not that bad. And after six hours my closet is neat again, my mind is organized, and I’m already happy at the thought that maybe someone will be happy with those forgotten skirts, tops, slippers, and sweaters of mine.

What to do on Sunday? Well, mini-golf by the Hudson with a view of the Freedom Tower for example. I was so focused that a photo of this beautiful view was missed. But I did win. And my man was bummed. Like a plug. Because he never loses. But now he did. After that, we have lunch together at my favorite.

The Waverly Inn. Still a given. And again the place where we eat with friends. Twice the burger, once the Croque Madame and once the omelet. It’s wonderful again at The Waverly.

Exactly a year ago it was a ring that made me cry with happiness and today it’s white roses. I can’t believe we’ve been engaged for a year already. Luckily it feels like it was yesterday. We still have to wait another year for the white dress. But oh well, the longer we can look forward to it.