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Halfway into it she bolted for the bathroom. Still tourists in our marriage, we had no feeling for the local yet. At the turn of the century, before any poulterers set up shop, Grand seems to have been a tavern and bordello. Report a mispronounced word. We only saw the Statue of Liberty from the plane home. Why should he record excursions by which nothing could be learned? Deadline for submissions is May 31 10pm GMT.

All this is well-documented, but I can never convince myself it happened. As soon as I opened the hotel room door, cultural experience in hand, my wife was nauseated by the reek of garlic. Personal Finance Show more Personal Finance links. Listen to this article Play audio for this article Pause Little arguments helped, they gave us roles to abide in for a few minutes. But sitting in an airport and then on a plane — unalloyed horror at the best of times — was impossible, and neither of us wanted to be the one to admit the trip was beyond salvaging.

We were out of phase: We tried making plans for our convalescence, whenever that might be, but it was impossible to talk for long about anything besides whether to eat and what to watch next.

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The window had no screen, or else we could remove it, because we climbed out on the neighbouring building to smoke and store our takeout. At the turn of the century, before any poulterers set priez shop, Grand seems to have been a tavern and bordello.

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Long before we separated, we knew what it felt like to arrive somewhere and find your expectations thwarted.

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The few remaining Chinese-owned businesses. We only saw the Statue of Liberty from the plane home. She ventured a bagel.

Opinion Show more Opinion links. But sitting in an airport and then on a plane — unalloyed horror at the best of times — was impossible, and neither of us wanted to be the one to admit the trip was beyond salvaging.

Companies Show more Companies links. Nothing that happened on our honeymoon made divorce inevitable, but the causes were there, dormant, the same way the Soho grid is there in the plan of Bayard farm.

Long preparatory days and anxious nights had left our immune systems with all the defensive might of a used tissue, and while we ate and danced and gladhanded the virus settled in. Memories of being laid low in a Manhattan hotel by a honeymoon virus prompt a journey into the more distant past. When I left our sickroom for some necessity, I looked like any other New Yorker, head down, shoulders hunched, walking as fast as I could.

The detectives visited the bodegas, the brownstones, the churches, and the bars in our stead. They should stay with their own, quarantined in Times Square. That was six years ago, when The Bodley Head, an imprint of Random House, and the Financial Times launched the first edition of our prize for the brightest and best new voices in long-form essay-writing. We saw a couple of plays: It is worth digressing into the trial transcript for the way it brings the neighbourhood flickering to life.

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There were still farms on Manhattan then. Locals have built up or were born with immunity. Our marriage was three days old.

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Get a fresh start. The Ball sons bodly the shop and leased it out, apparently without too many questions. To him it would seem like the New Jerusalem. We were actually too late. For the amateur historian that is, a tourist in the past Manhattan is an inviting subject.

It is little wonder if, at the bottom, we doubt we deserve the consequences of our lives. In the receiving line, a certain buxom aunt scooped us into a clammy embrace, not letting go before she had gifted us with a sleeper cell of stomach flu.