New York. We took his car and left as far as possible. Direction Montauk, advanced point of Long Island, with its lighthouse beaten by the waves of the Atlantic, 200 kilometers east of Manhattan. At this time of year, we had found a bargain-priced hotel and we expected everything to be closed by the end of winter. You enter a restaurant on the water's edge, Harvest on Fort Pond: packed house! New Yorkers took computers and children. And they are hot, fish and white wine, more wary than usual towards small, healthy carriers of the coronavirus. Are they not spreading the virus with certainty? The landlord doesn't care: "What happens to us, I take it. " Read the rest of our correspondent's article, Arnaud Leparmentier
