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Wind darts through the West Village like two kids playing tag, here one second and gone the next. But its presence adds a layer of warmth to a crisp Manhattan evening.

Women are bundled up in wool jackets, smart-looking gloves, and scarves of varying lengths to keep their pale winter necks warm.

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“Post-COVID” New York does not look like “Pre-COVID” New York. There just aren’t as many people. That said, it’s still packed with humans. And not just your run-of-the-mill humans, but that self-absorbed species that parachutes in during the holidays to take hundreds of selfies between West 48th and 51st, undoubtedly scrutinizing each photo for double chins and lazy eyes in a futile attempt to show their “followers” - all 317 of them - how fabulous their lives are.