A weekend in the city never fails to provide a sweet escape from work and the general blandness of regular routine. This particular tale begins in the cutest little coffee shop where Marty and I unashamedly devoured half a loaf of bread soaked in syrup, then toasted and filled with vanilla and chocolate ice-cream and fresh fruit (I’m still at the gym trying to work that one off!). Next up, dress up and party the night away! The weekend escape concludes with Marty winning a rosy cheeked llama and then coffee and quiche at Starbucks where we contemplate life while watching people walk around on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Um, can I live like this every day please?