While I'm currently across the world on a major adventure, I'm starting to feel the initial pangs of homesickness for New York. It's confusing - I've recently been having a lot of love/hate feelings about NYC (no matter how much everyone, including myself, romanticizes the place), but all it takes is a few days away for me to start thinking of the dirty, smelly summer streets with a bit of fondness - especially with all my favorite gems throughout the city.
One of my favorite neighborhood spots is a bright little coffee & pastry shop called The Bakeshop. I initially came across it by searching out an outlet for macarons (I know, I know) closer to home, and found that they also have some seriously stellar coffee. I'm partial to their dirty chai lattes (chai with a shot - or two - of espresso), but on a visit last week before I headed out of town, Ali, Lydia and I shared an assortment of their colorful macarons. It made for a perfect, cheerful last hurrah before I rushed home to pack my bags! I suppose this dose of colorful optimism is my antidote to all the horrible things happening in the world right now. Sometimes fashion & sweets can be the saccharine momentary escape that I really need.