This year we traded April showers for sunshine. Mexican sunshine, to be specific. The rest of the month was just same old city routines. Catch ups over dinner, musing over museums, a birthday celebration on the beach, a sunny day of grocery shops in Ridgewood. Breaking up the mundane of office and campus runs.
Before Mexico, it was seasonal depression leftover from winter. After Mexico, a high. Physically, the trip depleted us. Mentally though, it healed us all. And finally motivated me to book all the flights I’d been putting off. A solid kick off to Q2.
The most beautiful celebration of love in a beautiful city. We danced. We laughed. We cried. We twirled and toasted. But perhaps the best part of all was sharing a trip with the best people.
I didn’t intend to do much shopping in Mexico City, at least not this kind. But I ended up leaving with no street souvenirs, but a handbag and perfume. Both locally designed though, so they count as souvenirs.
Audette had beautiful bags with bright colors and cool shapes. Even ran into the designer herself, and her joyous dog running in and around the store.
Xinu was a last minute purchase. Wandering into the beautiful shop in Juarez, the packaging and bottles alone drew me in.
soundtrack to the season
airplane watch
a delightfully ridiculous binge
R&D Goods: another shoppy shop but still filled with so many joyous fun food-adjacent houseware and objects
Paloma: perhaps some of the most underrated pastries in new york.
The best eating happened in Mexico. Day one started strong with 2 lunches. Because when you wake up at the crack of dawn to brave Terminal 4 of JFK, you deserve two lunches once you reach your destination. A perfect pavlova (one of several on the trip) followed by a surprisingly compatible fusion of Mexican and Indian cuisine before settling in to the best food trip of my life.
Contramar delivered on the hype. Still thinking about that tostada de atún. And that showstopping dessert platter. Nothing like catching up with work and life gossip with the girls in a foreign country.
first night tacos
another beautiful pavlova
coconut rice and lentil stew that tastes like a hug on a gloomy morning
morning pastries and a morning run in
the best brunches are the ones where the whole crew rolls up
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rosetta for lunch wins on ambience
couldn’t resist one last spontaneous bite with friends in sunny cdmx
one final concha
mexican fruit haul
a teaser to tomato szn
panaderia aesthetic
ready for summer
brazilian pastry case