Sole mate

I've just returned from a trip to the US, spoiling myself with a day in New York City - a place I hadn't been to before but completely fell in love with. Its not just that it really does look like it does on tv, or that there is never a dull moment, the people actually being nice or the shopping being unbelievable. The city is bursting with life - what an amazingly energetic place. I am in love.

I flagged down a taxi, unaided, all by myself. Turns out its not actually an achievement, but it felt like one! I had a hot dog from a street vendor - probably taking my life into my own hands on this one, but it tasted like one of the best things I've had. I had (a few too many) frozen mango margaritas in a place that looked like the inside of a trailer - and I wasn't imagining it after the first few either!

...and there it was, driving down 8th avenues, I only caught a glimpse, but it was enough - a shoe store, not just any shoe store, but {insert drum roll here} 'Shoegasm'! I have found my sole mate and I will be back to claim it. It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.