Whilst in New York together we decided it would be a good idea to go on the hunt for Dior. 

We ended up in Canal Street where a kindly gentleman offered to show us 'his goods' in his warehouse.

I was used to this type of activity from living in Hong Kong and shopping for dodgy designer goods. Wendy, however, was petrified. She clung to my arm whilst we entered an apartment block, went to the 7th floor in a caged style lift, and then found ourselves stood outside a door that resembled something you would find in a prison.

The guy knocked on the door five times, then silence, then all we could hear was the sound of bolts unlocking- we were in!

It was an Aladdin's cave of Gucci, Dior, Chanel, and more. Wendy whispered in my ear "Please don't get us killed". 

I smiled and reassured her that I had done this before (a slight exaggeration on my part).

We bought Dior bags and left.

Wendy was still shaking hours later and called me 'Gangsta' for the rest of the day. 

I loved our New York adventure.