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.
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.
Ball jars of candy sprinkles line the windows of Magnolia Bakery in the West Village. A tourist destination because of Sex and the City, Magnolia doesn’t feel like a “local” place – I always see skinny girls in stilettos outside, which no one who lives in the city would do – but it’s good and it’s pretty.
I am a fan of random street art in whatever form available. In the city, yarn bombing isn’t as widely-available as stickers, pastes, or spray paint, so I was pleased to see these beautiful crocheted flowers. Granny squares cover the trees that line this block of Christopher Street.
Welcome to my newest blog adventure! I hope you enjoy seeing all the bits and pieces of the New York City area (and maybe a few guest locations along the way).
This is a vibrant red door I spotted in the West Village. Lovely.