Through Tribeca and then on past Ground Zero where street-hawkers would happily sell you disaster pictures of the attack in every format except tea-towel. That display of macabre exploitation I found more disturbing than looking at the crater itself. Also slightly unsettling was the guidebook I was using which was clearly written pre-9/11 – get this - written about the earlier foiled bomb-attack: “It would have been almost funny to see such an immovable thing crack in half like a Twix bar and fall into the river.” I wonder if TimeOut have since revised this!

From there we headed back up north along Church Street passing all the crazy cast-iron buildings built in the 1850s and 60s, and the totally weird, huge, windowless, reddish-brown concrete structure that looks like a giant gun turret and is alleged to house a secret government centre designed to be resistant to nuclear attack. Spooky thing.

It wasn’t until we had to walk back to the apartment that we realised how far we had travelled. A bite to eat and then off to the cinema on Bleeker Street to see French director Cédric Kahn’s ‘Red Lights’ – a film both menacingly-exciting and amusing. A man with a big head was sitting in front of me, which meant I couldn’t read the subtitles, which was probably good for my French language skills!