Coney Island Baby
Love and longing accompany beer and boogie on the boardwalk as Emma Burnell and her sister visit the most American place in New York.
It is against my innate sense of romance to go to the seaside and not fall in love. Not ‘kiss me quick and grope me furtively under the Waltzer’ love. But ‘flirty giggles, flipped hair, batted eyelashes and a deep, soulful longing for someone who, in an hour, will be just another stranger again’ love. That’s what the seaside is for – you can’t have all the fun of the fair without the emotional roller coaster.