Whenever I land in New York, I make a beeline for the Upper East Side; home to gossip girls and ladies who lunch, tree-lined streets, glorious art galleries and the kind of apartments that have gloved doormen and a line of chauffeurs waiting outside. So on my first day there, I hopped straight in a car with Nicolette and made for the neighbourhood.
We started with lunch at Fred’s at Barneys, where the rooftop views are breathtaking and the conversations to be overheard are nothing short of entertaining. By way of example, at one point the glossy ladies who lunched at the table beside us where discussing the most glamorous way to have babies, and stated “…if we want Spring/Summer babies, we have to get pregnant right now! I suppose I’d better let him start touching my body…” It was all we could do to contain our hysterical giggling until we burst through the shiny glass doors and onto Madison Avenue (via the shoe department, of course).
After lunch, it was time for a walk uptown via Madison Avenue for some window shopping and a stop at the new Laduree outpost to buy macarons which we ate watching autumn leaves fall beside Central Park and, rather cheesily, whilst peering in the windows of Tiffany’s doing our very best Holly Golightly impressions.
We stopped at the Frick and strolled the residential streets which run off the Park, each lined with a row of shiny porticos and patient doormen, and passed tiny dogs, immaculately-coiffed women with their well-mannered children, tiny salons and private courtyards that we peered into as we dreamed of living in such apartments and throwing garden parties in in the summertime. Oh!
Don’t you just treasure those days where you skip about town being a lady of leisure and pretend to live in an entirely different tax bracket?
Love, Miss B xx