We last went to Manhattan in July 2019. We arrived during a heatwave, and while it gets probably hotter here in Perth it doesn't get as humid. The humidity was crushing. Instant sweat as soon as we left the hotel.
My wife is a writer and we were there primarily so that she could go to a writer's conference. Sometimes we will have a side hustle on these trips, and this time my wife decided to do a story for the travel section of our local paper The West Australian about Manhattan dive bars. I take the photos, she writes the story. It was a lot of fun because we like dive bars anyway. I think there was a speakeasy on 8th (or nearby) and I had always wanted to get a shot of the building on the cover of some obscure album. The building is not the dive. Dives we did visit included McSorleys (which was terrible), Jimmy's Corner in midtown, the Old Town Bar (great ambience, awful food, flat beer), Doc Holliday's with stuff stuck to the ceiling and our favourite the International. The International was great fun. Sawyer, the woman in control , was amazing. A small joint with a bouncer fast asleep in a precarious position on his stool and a small circular bar was a tightly controlled by Sawyer. She had everyone in the palm of her hand.