A man for all seasons: Escaping New York’s summer heat
New York in August. The hot, greasy air hangs motionless in the Manhattan canyons, ripe with the aromas of rubbish, halal- food carts, dog urine and traffic fumes. Everyone who can afford it has gone somewhere cooler and fresher — the Hamptons, Fire Island, Martha’s Vineyard, Europe. It’s the season of sweltering subway platforms and…
