New York never ceases to entice me.You know my taste for travel. I can’t stay put. I jump in my skinny jeans, and off I go. It’s a one-day train ride from Quebec to the Big Apple.

Art is definitely what makes a city come alive. The above goodies are found in the Modern Art museum of Montreal.

Central Park needs some sparkle in the outfit. Belt and cardi do the trick.

Italian-style cookies. The hubs brought some back from France. One bag is gone already. Now I’m trying not to eat his. I love the non-greasy, little bitsy-bitesy aspect of them.

Isn’t it amazing how a city can pump you up with energy? Paris is about sensuality, London gets you pop-tune hopping, New York demands high heels and a fast cocktail-bound pace, Montreal smells like coffee – speaks French but thinks American.

Cupcakes in street carts and shop windows – they tell their own story. Give us that “bad yet so sweet when forbidden” energy along the way to the next event.

Abstract art is my game. There’s space to ponder. See shapes that I need to have there.

Yes, that good old Central Park NY magic.

Visiting the Cake Boss. America’s favorite Italian-favored son-in-law. Naturamente, the canistrelli was good. Vanilla, coconut, chocolate… yumissimo!

So this is what my New York looks and tastes like. Places that boost us to go on are precious. Find yours. Go there as often as you can. Live now. Fearlessly.

H&M cardi, H&M top, Miss Coquine jeans, Globo boots