I used to think that the perfect time to visit New York was September. Not too hot, not too cold but just right with a hint of fall in the air. However visiting during the month of November stole my heart just a tad. I loved being able to bundle up with a thick coat, depend on nothing but boots and in a classic New York moment almost lose my hat with a gust of wind. It rained only just a little but the quick three days I was there, it was pure big city bliss. I pretty much wore a version of this look the whole time. I’m already missing the buzz of the big apple and looking forward to my next visit.