I rendezvoused with a past BIG LOVE on my whirlwind trip to NYC. We holed up in this secret hotel (I have promised to not divulge its location) and took over room 4. There is no concierge, you pick up a key from a bar & let yourself in. An elegant pied-a-terre, evocating the 1920’s, high ceiling-ed with soft lichen greens & dusty muddy pinks, Anaglypta papered walls, velvet upholstered compact chairs that creak & a bed that you had to climb up on to. So much romance & magic. You never know, I might just take up residence there & wear ballgowns to breakfast!