|Jefferson Market Garden|
"This is what happens every year on the eve of Christmas eve. Most people leave Manhattan to go 'home,' whatever that may mean, or maybe to be anywhere else but here. The effect is a muffling of sound, as if all the distinct noises of New York, its sirens, its taxi horns, its footsteps, are being smothered by a large blanket."
Julie Buxbaum, The Opposite of Love