Touching down in still chilly and very windy New York made me glad that I hadn’t relegated the trench coat to the “leave behind” pile.
I ummed and aaghed over whether the trench would be needed or not… it was… it is… and I won’t ever doubt it’s usefulness again.
It’s the coat to wear when you don’t know what to wear.
The trench works with everything… and whether you are a fan of the black or the beige… it’s an easy fashion fix.
The best news… it’s ageless and dateless.
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It seemed like serendipity when the door to my hotel room opened and there ahead was a massive Burberry sign.
Who am I to argue with New York.
The trench it is.
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New York… I do love this city. Always have… since I was a bright eyed girl of 21.
Inhaling the view… my stomach turned as I looked straight ahead and made myself forget that I’m 54 floors high... the sheer verticals, the shadows… the magnitude of it all… I am impressed.
New York… this city is one of the greats.
I can’t wait to get my particular trench coat out and about… and start pounding those pavements… xv
For All Seasons