Manhattan - Shopaholic Takes

As we cruised toward Manhattan, the skyline rose up like a giant, glittering rack of designer shoes. I clutched my handbag—the one I’d bought specifically for 'Transatlantic Travel'—and felt a familiar, warm glow. Back in London, my bank manager, Derek Smeath, was probably staring at a silent phone, wondering where I’d gone. But here? Here, I was a clean slate. A financial guru. A woman with a "Buy Only What You Need" motto.

And I definitely needed to see if American mannequins looked as judgmental as the British ones when you ask if they take three different credit cards for one pair of boots. Shopaholic Takes Manhattan

“Exactly,” I agreed, nodding fervently while mentally recalculating the exchange rate. “And I’ve heard the gift shops are practically museums in their own right. It would be culturally insensitive not to visit them.” As we cruised toward Manhattan, the skyline rose