New York's been on my mind quite a bit lately.
Shortly after my husband and I started dating it became our romantic getaway of choice. We'd head up there on a whim on a late Friday night and stay out until 4am soaking up as much of the city as we could.
Now that it's been a few months since I've been up that way and with fall around the corner, I'm dreaming of a lazy Saturday stroll around Central Park and a night out on the town.
Oysters.
Jazz.
Wine bar.
MOMA.
Sounds like a perfect way to spend a weekend.
I spotted this fantastic LIFE Magazine shot of an elite New York speakeasy in 1933 on A Continuous Lean. As one who tends to be nostalgic more than is presumably healthy, I wished long and hard to be a fly on the wall among these men, overhearing their tales of hardship over a few glasses of this or that.
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