New York, like any city, looks very grubby very quickly after snow. There was about ten minutes' worth of magic new snow fall around lunchtime - when I emerged briefly from the conference to head into MOMA and back - but it didn't make any difference to the overall chilly murk. I'm also baffled why one would put street art at the base of lampposts, where really only dachshunds are the right height to appreciate it. But then, one of the things I always appreciate about NYC is the unexpected - like finding that you're staying at the hotel that's the HQ for the WBA All-Stars game. Used as I am to volleyball players, the guys in the elevator take the concept of Large Human Beings to a whole new level.