So, there I was; pushing my kid in her stroller, headed down Broadway, from my husband’s office, heading towards Union Square.
And then I saw it. Fishs Eddy.
I stopped dead in my tracks and pressed my face to the window like an old-timey street urchin, gaping at wonders, well, like these:
When I snapped out of my must… buy… now trance, I braced myself for the seemingly inevitable NYC window shopping letdown: the price.
Ready for this? Go get your wallet. You got a $20 in there? Maybe a buck in loose change? Congratulations, you just bought everything I put on this page (including tax).
Damn, I love this town.