for as long as i’ve lived in new york, i’ve wanted to live in the village. i supposed that i would once i was the sort of batty old lady who wears sequins to breakfast. through a stroke of good luck, this wish came true earlier in life than i expected.
i've moved to a romantic old flat in greenwich village, just in time for the new year! here is the new view from my bedroom window, splashed with the empire state building. it's enough to make me feel like i'm in a storybook.
(by the by, my brother gave me a book of essays, up in the old hotel, by joseph mitchell about all the charming eccentrics who once ruled these streets. i can't recommend it highly enough.)
