It’s like Thailand in April. The weather is more muggy here than it has been all summer. I went for a walk along Riverside Park—on the west side of Manhattan, along the Hudson River— and I imagined walking along a public promenade in Thailand. Perhaps, I could stop at a roadside vendor, have some noodles with ground pork and spicy sauce and sit and watch the tourists and locals mingle by the roadside or along the beach. With my flip-flops on, my skin sticky and the air so thick, you could almost taste it, I was transported.
