32 degrees Celsius in Manhattan yesterday, 13 degrees today. Which reminded me.
Recently I talked to the wife of an American billionaire, at a reception they gave. While they enjoy their life at the West Coast, she insists that they rent a place in Manhattan every summer, to get a cultural refill.
But what about the terrible heat, I asked.
Why do you bother, she replied: “It’s all air conditioned, isn’t it?”
I still can’t get over the almost Warholian genius in her remark. America, I love you.