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Travel

Writing

''I ambled north along Museum Mile, where Fifth Avenue hugs Central Park, as russet leaves tumbled down beside those taut green canopies and suited doormen that seem trademarked by the Upper East Side. Suddenly, the vast columns of the Metropolitan Museum loomed to my left; blocks later, the fat Mr Whippy swirl of the Guggenheim appeared to my right...''
"Then suddenly you’re away, a tropical bird gliding over a silken navy ocean shot through with flashes of teal ringed by aquamarine – its coral islands, like sliced-through gemstones. Your skin prickles as you realise how far from land – real, substantial land – you are. Descending to a fanfare of sea spray, you step onto that wooden jetty with only one thing in mind: pure indulgence..."