It’s beautifully, flamboyantly cliché. Ricky Martin has a house on one of the wide, green-canopied avenues. His music plays here more than is merited.
In which NYC and I do Round III.
And now I’m on a plane to New York. I have 60 hours in New York City: it feels like a challenge. I’ve never liked this city. However, I’m fairly certain that that’s my fault, not its.
It’s all I can do not to fall asleep in my Sam Adams, raw clams and marshmallows.
The London dark gnawed at me.
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