So having had my mini rant about the anxiety creating frantic pace of New York, I now speak of its glory. And it’s crowning glory surely might be Broadway.
Last night with a work colleague I hit Broadway to watch Wicked for the first time. What a show. So emerald. So songful. So fabulous! Nothing makes me want to chuck my current life out the window and take up a career in entertainment so much as an evening watching an A class stage show.
NYC delivered another delight this morning before I headed back with a crisp bright morning down by the Flatiron. Crisp mornings were always a UK favourite, so whilst I was still thoroughly freezing my noodles off I enjoyed its delight.
Until next month NYC and hello LA. Shame I’m stuck on the tarmac as ever. Bigger shame it’s midnight.