Not that summer ever made an appearance in Paris (okay, there was that week in early July...), but autumn most definitely arrived while I was in New York. The air is different; crisper, brighter—like an October afternoon. There are plenty of people who relish the prospects of cozying up in leather jackets and wool scarves. I am not one of them. Give me the 96 degrees in Manhattan any day.
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