For the past week, New York City seems to have been encased in an ice box. With Friday’s light snow gripping the frozen cement, the weekend was an excuse to stay in bed and keep warm. However, that wasn’t to be so. Sunday morning was the New York Half Marathon and since my boyfriend decided that he would run, I moseyed out of Queens to support him at the end of the race.
The city is ghostly cold with one or two people walking and a handful of cabs running up and down Upper East Side. Where the race ends, I walked through the fashionable streets where Tom Ford, Asprey, Gucci, and Ralph Lauren resided.
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