I’ve just finished watching Dolly Alderton’s absolutely perfect Everything I Know About Love. I could rave about the series forever - especially with it being the perfect antidote to SATC (why didn’t we have these stories when I was young and desperate for relatability?! Manolo Blahniks weren’t exactly in tune with my taste or my wallet.) Anyway...episode seven, where Maggie ends up staying on alone in NYC, made me happily reminisce about my time there in 2005…