I would love to share every detail of our visit, but, all I can think about is Milo, Milo, Milo.
He was adorable uptown, downtown, in Soho and Noho. I'm a woman who likes to eat, but Milo amnesia has settled in and I have only vague recollections of a pretzel bite here, Manchengo cheese and fig jam there. I do believe warm pita with babaghannouj, hummus and tahini ring a bell.
Daughter and I did manage a shop or two while Papa showed Milo off to pedestrians admiring him as they passed on the streets.
And my record remains untarnished; I have yet to purchase and keep any garment from all our years of retail in the Big Apple.
Sorry daughter, but the cute J. Crew wool sweater with jeweled collar is going back. Not only is it itchy on me, I think it may be a hazard to wear while holding Milo with all the bling. And nothing stands in the way of baby and me!
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