IN the snow, New York City becomes a fantasy version of itself. A blanket of winter weather slows this frantic city down, hushes the hurly-burly, covers it in a quiet beauty that turns a mundane walk into a romantic stroll. Snowy New York is the New York you dreamed of: old-fashioned, elegant, irresistible. Until a city bus plows by at 100km/h and sprays you with muddy, brown slush.
I am going to meet Scarlett Johansson for lunch, and the midday snowfall somehow feels appropriate.