You feel heavy and it reads more because the poor spring not only has to support you from falling through the floor, but also accelerate you counter to what gravity wants to do.
It is all three of Cunningham's New Yorks that spring to mind when looking out over lower Manhattan from the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Bowery Hotel.
Pithy Spanish guitar riffs and flirtatious violin notes erupt to accompany the rhythm, and gauchos (Argentinean cowboys) draped in regional red and black ponchos springfrom their chairs to dance, the clack of their boots on the wooden floor echoing around the surrounding multi-coloured canyons.
