The world moves on no matter the catastrophe, be it a marriage or the unexpected destruction of the innocent and innocence. If we are lucky we plant a garden on the site.
By the last day I had walked my legs to stumps and stayed in bed while H ticked off another item on her agenda, the Empire State Building. Even though we had gone to bed early every day, we had still been to see Fiddler on the Roof in an off Broadway theatre, enjoying the extra elbow room of diminished matinee audience. In the Grand Central Station Oyster Bar we perched on tall stools and been amused by a series of curious natives drawn by the accent to chat. To prove the world is a very small place, we met a man from my home town who was happy to act as tour guide and walk us back to our hotel.