This week’s adventure is a little activity I stumbled upon accidentally, on a lazy summer weekend day in NYC. Of course, as all good girls, I have seen the film “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with Audrey Hepburn millions of times and even read its much darker counterpart, the story by the same name, written by American great Truman Capote. But as much as I adore the terms “Mean Reds” and “Super Rats”, I have not really identified with the character of Holly Golightly, or even stunningly classy Audrey Hepburn. AND, I have never thought of eating a bagel in front of Tiffany’s on Fifth.

But this past Saturday, I took a detour into the infamous shop and leisurely strolled through its first floor aisles, stopping only in front of the biggest and brightest diamonds. My soul felt reassured and my mind felt at ease, among the beauty of this amazingly hard stone - the diamond. There must be something to it if everyone wants it, men spend multiple paychecks to give them to their women, and women dream about the hunk who will kneel for them sporting one. It’s a magical stone, hiding in its brightness the long history of its past.