New York I love you

No sleep till Brooklyn Bridge: Cecil Beaton.

People, this post comes to you live from New York City. Where me and the Blog Widower (currently patiently playing with his Kindle) are spending Easter. So far, we've drunk far too much coffee, spent far too long standing in a Sixth Avenue gutter, in the pouring rain, whilst hundreds of yellow cabs whizzed by, and been to see the Cecil Beaton exhibition at the Museum of the City of New York. Which is wonderful, beautifully curated. Even Manhattan Brother, a self-confessed philistine, enjoyed it:

Costumes designed by Beaton for Broadway shows.

I'd quite like some Cecil Beaton wallpaper.

It's only day three of our trip and I've learned so much already:

1. Hell's Kitchen Fleamarket on West 39th Street between 9th and 10th is fantastic. I tried to persuade Manhattan Brother to buy this vintage metal games table but he declined. Might have to go back next weekend. (The market is open on Saturdays and Sundays from 9am to 5pm).

2. That I'm not smart enough to work a Smart TV.

3. The Dyson Air Multiplier (that's fan, to you and me) makes a reasonable replacement hairdryer. Useful on days when you don't have an international plug adaptor, or access to one. I'm working on the prototype handheld Hair Multiplier right now. Sshh. Tell no one.

4. That it's worth paying for decent shoes. After schlepping from one end of the Manhattan street grid to the other, in the old Liberty print Nike hi-tops, my feet are killing me. If only a pair of these fabulous fitflop ballet pumps had found their way into my suitcase.

Elegant, slimline fitflops, who knew? They're from the Capsule 12 collection and I'm besotted with them. This sports luxe feel is just what I need to upgrade my wardrobe and take it from midlife to uptown.

And now we're off for a wander along the High Line which is looking lovely this spring. I'll be dropping in from time to time, please forgive me for not commenting on all your fabulous blogs but New York is calling.