Trout and Rosé appear to soften jet lag...

To be fair, it's more like jet hysteria - the feeling you get when you've been up for longer than you should have been, your body is telling you it's 1.00am, but the balmy September evening and the deep blue sky that goes with it is telling you that it's just gone eight, and that dinner was a little early by the usual standards.

No profound pilgrimage to Ground Zero, no deeply moving photographs of mourners, no thoughts from a cross section of New Yorkers, other than Nadine who commented that it was a pretty good (uneventful) September 11th, culminating in said dinner at this place which I can see turning into a favourite, food is great, well priced and the staff are attentative, pleasant and rather cute.

The photograph is the line of taxi's outside JFK terminal 4 at about 2.30 this afternoon. Settling in hasn't been a priority thus far, but I do now have a US mobile, so if you need to get the number for texting purposes...