On a quiet Monday evening, my giddy team and I excitedly made our way to our nearest metro station, wobbling down the stairs to catch our train. Our destination? Blenheim, where a feast of champions awaited us.
A quickie train ride teleported us to the ever charming, West Village where I continued to wobble along as we made the rest of our journey on foot. Wet cobblestone pavement and 4” Ferragamo’s; not the smoothest of combos.