I don’t buy cheesy souvenirs when I go to New York City.
Ok, I may have bought a silly keychain the first time I went, but now that I’ve been several times, I don’t bother.
But I still like to come home with something that reminds me of my trip other than just the pictures I took. Since I couldn’t bring back a cupcake from Magnolia, here are the three New York souvenirs that I ended up with:
Marc Jacobs is synonymous with New York in my mind, so I always try to get something from his Marc by Marc Jacobs store on Bleecker Street. This time around, I went to his new(ish) bookstore across the street called BOOKMARC.
It had a pretty impressive collection of books and lots of pens and bookish things. I settled on a journal because it’s something I know I will use, and because it made me laugh.
Here is New York by E.B. White
After many unsuccessful attempts to find this book before leaving for my trip, I decided to just get it while in New York since I was pretty sure it would be easy to find. Sure enough, Barnes & Noble had tons of copies ready for me. I read the first page in the store and knew I would love it.
“It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill him, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky.”
Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney
One day, while walking down Fifth Avenue from the Met to The Plaza, I came across a guy selling used books on the sidewalk. It didn’t take long for me to grab this book and pay the man.
You can always find what you need in New York.