An Updike story from a long-ago era in current NYer

The New Yorker team had a cool idea for the current issue, making the whole issue (thankfully, not a double-issue so-called) a throwback, almost entirely comprising pieces previously published in the NYer, all w/ a focus on NYC. I'll probably poke around in the whole issue over the next day or so (did esp like the Veronica Geng piece on the NYT wedding listings, hilarious) but started with a read of John Updike's 1956 story, Snowing in Greenwich Village. This is one of his Maple family stories; I thought I'd read all or at least most in one of the collections - Museums and Women? - with the M family settled into the North Shore of Boston, where Updike lived for most of his adult life, but this piece is of an earlier stage in their family life, when Richard M seems to be working in advertising. This is a world we're all familiar w/ now through multiple seasons of Mad Men, but the Maples' life is less frat-boy and more WASP societal, though of the same era. In brief this story begins as the M's have settled into a new apartment in the Village and they invite a friend  - is now a near neighbor, so close as they put it - for dinner; Joan M is out of sorts w/ a cold; RM helps very little, aside from pouring and mixing. The guest regales w/ anecdotes about the apartments she's recently lived in and shared w/ various unpleasant or inappropriate roommates. After dinner, R walks her home; beautiful snow setting on the city (recollection of The Dead?), she invites him up to see her place, there's some mile flirtation, and then he departs, reflecting on how they'd come "so close." So: the story as all the Updike gentility and all the foreshadowing of infidelity and marital unease, soaked in much alcohol. In later stories the foreshadowing will give way to real shadowing. I can't say that this was one of JU's best stories, though it typifies the mode and social caste of much of his early short fiction; part of the charm of the story, 60 years later (!), is the view it gives of New York in another era, when a young couple starting out could just pick up a place in the Village - now, unthinkably expensive. The snow, the sensibility, the demure behavior of each of the characters feels so different from anything written about NYC today - frantic, careerist, focused on money or marital fractures, all of which - child-care included if the protags are a few years older - cushioned by pillows of great wealth.