It was the middle of August, and probably the hottest weekend of the year in New York. With temperatures way above 30 degrees and the humidity close to 100%, it felt like walking on a frying pan. Of course, that was the week we picked for our first non-work related visit to New York.
It was after noon and we were slowly navigating our way from Greenwich Village to Midtown with our final destination being the Empire State Building. We stopped at a coffee shop to cool down and rest.
This is when we struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who overheard us speaking in a foreign language (Russian) and asked us where we came from. I said that we were from eastern Canada (Quebec), but the language we were speaking was not French. As a result more questions followed.