Walking home on Friday, I saw the first glimmer of Spring: a single bud on a barren brown tree branch unfurled into a tiny green leaf. Over the weekend we rode our bikes in the park and saw crowds lingering in the afternoon sun on St Patrick's Day. This Thursday India celebrates Holi - the festival of color and love. All around us, the world shouts that the cold, dark months are behind and the season of sun and color is about to begin.
As travelers ourselves, we gravitated to these establishments and spent hours walking through, touching this and opening that. We felt a kinship with the owners and saw represented in the collections, cultures we have ourselves experienced over the years.