Last Friday I returned to London from an extended (and much needed) vacation in the good old U.S. of A. I kid you not. It literally took one of my best friends’ weddings to remind me to take a break. Said best friend (who has only ever been called “P Sawyer”) lives in Indiana, and – as a former resident of the state – I know that it is not the most desirable vacation spot, thus organised a few days before and after my week in Indiana to be spent in New York.
546 photos and four hot dogs later, I’m in love. While I culled the photos down, there are still enough to split into two parts (and five hotel reviews – woops!).
Enjoy Part One!