The back of my neck did feel dirty and gritty, but luckily the weather wasn't too hot this past weekend in the Big Apple! There's no place quite like it, and no smells quite like the city in the summer either. But there's always Bloomingdales, which eternally smells nice, and nothing's better than catching up with old friends. The worst part: my flight back home was cancelled due to thunderstorms. The best part: one more night of vacay! (Plus I had an excuse to crack into the black and whites I was bringing home to John!) This city may not sleep, but I'm ready to! Enjoy the pics.