A little girl who lives at the Plaza Hotel. Eloise, a souvenir from my first trip to New York, aged twelve. An amazing father - daughter trip and one of many reasons I fell in love with New York. I sat behind Joey Tempest on the plane over, we (my dad and I, not Joey) stayed at the Plaza and I had breakfast on a silver trolley each morning watching cartoons. I was being looked after by a sweet lady from the Swedish church while my dad was working and the evenings were spent on different Broadway shows. Of course it was fantastic.
I have a serious metropolitan deficit. Combined with a domestic neverending clearing out and organising need. Eloise escaped both the storage room and the charity boxes.
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