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Walking In A Winter Wonderland (Well, trying to anyway!)
By Bianca Lucas
12 January 2013

‘In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of there’s nothing you can’t do”  - my sister and I had been singing  to each other over the phone in the six months leading up to our holiday in New York. 

By holiday I mean her honeymoon.  Before you read too much into this, let me clarify. They were on honeymoon for 2 months. I was only joining them for 2 weeks. And there were other friends and relatives joining along the way. So back to the winter wonderland that was our holiday / honeymoon.

This wasn’t my first time to NYC. It wasn’t even my second. And it wasn’t even the first Christmas I had spent in NYC.  But it was the first time I had been stuck in a blizzard in New York over the Christmas period. What to do when a blizzard hits and you’re in one of the greatest cities in the world? You could stay in your hotel room and keep warm. Or, you could say “damn you blizzard, just try and stop me”. I choose the latter option.

First things before the snow hit I took the subway downtown to Brooklyn Bridge/City Hall stop. Despite past expeditions to NYC, I had yet to cross that iconic and magnificent bridge. So excited was I, I even stopped to ask strangers to take photos of me (those who know me, know how I much I loathe having my photo taken, so this is big).  I crossed over stopping intermittently admiring the views of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline, mulled around Brooklyn then caught the subway back.

All that walking works up a girl’s appetite. So I walked some more to Washington Square Park found a cute little corner café ordered a coffee and soup.  Then the snow came. I sat in a window seat watching the delicate flakes fall ever so softly. It was as beautiful and dreamlike as any movie scene and it felt as if the whole city had stopped to look at this poetry in motion.

I wandered back uptown, came across an enchanting church (Trinity Church) where gospel singers were carolling and my boot clad feet could dry off a bit.

Later that night we caught the number 6 subway down to the Spring Street Station to eat at ’Little Italy’. The two blocks from the station were filled with the sounds of us doing our best Dean Martin rendition of ‘That’s Amore’. With a plethora of restaurants to choose from the one we choose was exactly what you would imagine with red and white checked tablecloths, waiters larger than Italian life and food and wine to do die for. With bellies full and cheeks rosy from the vino we planned the activities of the following day.

It was Christmas Eve day and shopping of course was on everyone’s agenda.  Actually it was on the entire cities agenda. But the crowds and pushiness and noise didn’t bother me one bit. And they most certainly didn’t bother my wallet. Sales galore people!

Christmas Eve night was spent at the Rockefeller Centre for their nightly Christmas show. Whilst lights glistened and glowed in time with the ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ from the ‘Nutcracker’, the crowd were tranced into silence and enthralled by this magical spectacle.

Next day December 25. Christmas day.

A long, delicious lunch at Bryant Park Grill, followed by ice-skating was the plan. We ate, we drank (way too much of both) and therefore could not be trusted to ice-skate.

But we had just as much fun watching the doyens of the ice whiz past us, mulled wine in hand (we had the mulled wine not the ice skaters).

The following day more shopping, a trip to central park, then to Carnegie Hall to watch the New York City Ballet company perform “The Nutcracker”. It was as beautiful as you could imagine and I could barely stop the inner dancer in me from coming out and pirouetting as I left my seat.

 But a funny thing happened during this 3 hour performance.  The light snow that had been falling for the last two days turned into the big fat blizzard the weather channels had been predicting. The steps outside Carnegie Hall were no longer to be seen.  Actually you could barely see a centimetre in front of you such was the extent of the storm.

Still that didn’t deter us. Off to Macy’s to look at their famous Christmas windows as we figured the crowds would all be indoors now.

We ‘oohed and ahhed’ at the windows then decided with the absent crowds and so much virgin snow it was the perfect time to make Snow Angels.

So outside of Macy’s under their gorgeous Christmas Windows in a blizzard that stopped the city (literally – cabs had even stopped driving), my sister and I lay down and fanned our arms and legs to create our angels. We laughed so hard at the absurdity of what we were doing that tears formed - and then froze.


The snow came in furiously that evening and our plans the following morning to do the ‘Sex and The City Tour’ together were cancelled. Apparently snow that is piled as high as car roofs makes it difficult to drive a bus in!

Undeterred we decided we were going to have our own ‘Sex and The City’ moment and eat In the restaurant that the girls refer to and eat in constantly throughout the series - ‘Pastis’. It was a little bit of French/Manhattan heaven located in the meatpacking district. The food was hearty and delicious, the coffee – the best I had had in New York and the venue itself delightful.

Carrying on our Sex and the City theme, we then shopped (some more) until the snow and cold finally took its toll.

Whilst others went to Central Park to make snowmen, I decided to head indoors to the Museum of Television of Radio (now called The Paley Centre) where over 100,000 programs spanning 75 years of television and radio history can viewed for a small price ($10) in your own little private booth.

Then to ‘ New York City Deli’ for a hot chocolate and a brownie then last minute shopping before heading out to watch a show on Broadway (‘Promises Promises’).

Then finally I succumbed to the cold.

It would seem making snow angels in clothing that is not snow proof is enough to bring on a chest infection. 


The honeymoon was over.


Before my Empire State of Mind was completely gone, I took one last lift ride to our rooftop terrace to gaze at the lights of the Empire State - then fell into bed that night dreaming of flying into the Mexican sunshine the following day.


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Rod Hewitt
where did you stay in nyc
Hi Rob,

We stayed at the HOTEL METRO 45 W 35TH ST NEW YORK, NY 10001

We had a two bedroom family room. Normally I like to stay further downtown, but given the weather conditions on the last few days the location turned out to be a bit of a godsend.

(212) 947-2500
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