“How do you take care of yourself when you’re on the road?”, Willow said. I raised the improbably deep glass of whisky I’d just been poured and probably waggled my eyebrows like a cheap stage comedian. But, honestly, it works. The necessary anaesthetic to sustain.

I saw old friends yesterday - one I’d never met IRL before. And I visited favourite haunts. The things I love about New York are the things that seem like they’ll never go away. The cafe has an iron facade and looks like it was nailed into the island by people who decided, yes, this lives here forever now.

And, across the way: live blues, all night, til the end of the world.