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We made it! We are in New York. It feels good, it feels different. I love it.

I love the energy, the pace. I love the fact that nobody corrects my French accent. Pure bliss. Frankly, nobody seems to care and everyone understands me.
I also noticed that the latest trend is to have bright orange socks and/or bright orange trainers. It is a must-have this season. Oh, and no red trousers for men in New York. Red trousers are for the UK only.
We took a yellow taxi from JFK airport. The driver eventually dropped us at our hotel. I like it when we approach Manhattan and see all the skyscrapers from the other side of the river. On the Eight avenue, we were following another yellow taxi. Suddenly, it stopped. Its driver opened the cab door, puked on the street, still sitting in his cab, closed the door and drove away. Unbelievable. In New York and nowhere else.
No British restraint and politeness over here. It is a different world. And guess what: sometimes it is good to change….
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London