Sunday in the City

The Met. 

At pace. 

Staten Island ferry and our lady of Liberty.

Here's to you New York, New York

Saturday: brunch at Cafe Gitane, Nolita. 

I love it when the day starts with rose champagne and chorizo baked eggs. 

And then you go shopping.  

Utterly amazing. I love your food, your mood and your style New York. 

HAPPY PLACE: defined. 

Central Park. 

Just a few weeks too early for colour. But beautiful all the same. 

And good for a quiet little nap as it turns out. 

Hans Christian Anderson tells a good bedtime story. 

Home to the gorgeous Bryant Park Hotel. 

So Fashion District. 

The big Gothic building in all its amazeballs glory - 

that's where the blondes laid down their retail-wearied locks.

It doesn't sleep. 

An empire state of mind

An affair to remember. 

We didn't meet anyone at the top but it was pretty magic. 

One word: Iconic. 

Oh and the Bahamas

Yeah, it's alright if you like clear turquoise seas and gloriousness. 

La Bahamas-style. 

Havana finale

The Tropicana girls. 

Must have been amazing here in the 50s and 60s. 

Currently my favourite photo (below). 

A fluke to have seen this votive sitting on a doorstop in the middle of Old Havana. 

Sunset light was pretty great.

Some street scenes and whatnot. 

The guy and the dog - very strange. 

They acted out little vignettes like this 'security dog' thing. 

And no I didn't give them money. 

Love a good cemetery.

Final night dinner at this incredible place. 

Crumbling staircase to climb to get there 

but magical spot when you got there and amazing food. 

So long Cuba.