In the 6 weeks or so which have elapsed since our visit to Cape May the season has completely changed. At this time of year this is obviously not at all surprising, but looking back at photos of sunny beaches whilst a cold wind howls outside makes it feel like a lot longer ago.
As I think I’ve mentioned already, Manhattan in the summer becomes a pretty outdoorsy kind of place. Open-air cultural events abound, pavement cafes are packed out, and it becomes well-nigh impossible to get into any bar with a roof terrace. That said, this last week or so has seen temperatures soar into the 90s (90F is around 32C), which seems to be encouraging many to retreat indoors once again (provided there’s air conditioning, naturally).
Last Sunday we caught the subway to Brighton Beach, and walked along the sand to Coney Island.