I love dogs, but I do not have one. I love when I’m walking, holding a grocery store bag, toward someone with a dog. The dog knows it’s food and thinks it’s for him.
I also love seeing dogs wiggle their butts when they see businesses with water and/or treats waiting for them outside.
NYC is flush with street fairs and holiday markets. Please enjoy them and the local gems you will find.
I understand the politics behind pet shops. Yes, they’re problematic. Put that aside for a moment and enjoy this baby Frenchie, who undoubtedly now lives a posh life in a happy home.
No disrespect intended, but when David Bowie passed away in January of 2016, New York City lost its shit. Fans mourned with candles and teddy bears and whatnot in front of his residence, local papers published lists of his favorite NYC locations, and memorial murals popped up everywhere.
Fast forward almost two years. This clever piece is hidden in plain sight in that area that’s not quite the East Village, but it’s also not technically Greenwich Village Either – just east of Broadway. I can’t identify the street. Good luck finding it!
I walk past Grace Church in Manhattan regularly. One morning, I spotted this above the entry.
Spotted high up in the East Village, near Astor Place.
Endless blueberries, perfect treat from the Union Square Greenmarket (when in season).
One day on a good, solid wandering adventure, I looked down to see a subtle reminder on the sidewalk outside of a firehouse.
For Billy, Eric, Andy, Manny, Timmy, Larry, and David.
I appreciate a good chalk sign on the sidewalk, especially when it says nothing at all.
From a little shop in The Village.