Got up relatively early this morning and went for a delicious Russian brunch at Mari Vanna. It was one of the best brunches I’ve ever enjoyed – dumplings, eggs benedict, crepes and endless mimosas. Anyone who is in New York – or Moscow, London or St. Petersburg – should definitely make time on a Sunday morning to brunch there. The interior decorating is fabulous and you could honestly just spend an hour browsing the trinkets, pickled vodkas and artwork. But make sure to save some time for eating seconds and thirds as well. Did I mention it’s a buffet?
I spent a slightly tipsy afternoon – they just kept filling my mimosa glass at Mari Vanna, okay? – browsing in Lillian August, a fabulous furniture store across from the condo. Pillows were $500 a pop, but a girl can dream. I’m loving all the hot pink in furniture stores lately. Hot pink, silver and white = perfection. I also have a sick obsession with coffee table books so you can imagine my delight when I came across what almost seemed like a mini library in the middle of the store – complete with help yourself Starbucks coffee and cookies.
I wandered through Central Park and ended up over by the Plaza Hotel in the late afternoon. I was reminiscing about when I was last there at age 18 having dinner with my sister, mum, cousin and auntie. It was one of the best dinners I’ve ever had – and where I tried my first cosmopolitain. Anyways, I was sitting on a bench outside when a stranger came and sat beside me. We got to talking and decided to take a walk back through Central Park and then ended up having drinks at Rue 57. Why don’t more strangers just talk to each other? It’s so exciting.
New York has completely stolen my heart. I had given it up to the city long ago, but it feels like I’ve been reunited with a long lost love being here again. I could wander the island for hours and hours – which is pretty much what I did today. I think I’ve found the true meaning of love. It doesn’t matter if there’s litter on the ground, urine in the alleys and men selling fake Louis Vuittons off blankets on the sidewalk – I love New York, flaws and all. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be like when you love a human? I’m not really familiar with the feeling but I’m taking a stab in the dark here.
Back to work tomorrow – taking the little one to see Elmo and Mickey Mouse in Times Square and hopefully stumble across some amazingly cool vintage stores.