I remember our first proper night in New York, walking purposelessly down 7th Avenue just after dusk had fallen.  A little Italian restaurant – I don’t remember its name – where we ate pasta and charcuterie at the bar, and after a while Anna was refused service due to her drunkenness, which admittedly by Australian standards wasn’t very high at all.

-20 December 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.