I loved visiting my Grandfather’s apartment in NYC, on 17th and Irving. There was an unspeakable magic in the air.
17th and irvingmagical brownstone penthouse sweetwith access to the roofit perpetually smelt of antiques bear skinleathersanta claus figurineshard-at-work workplacefake grass roof-topa secret garden-tunnel of plants lead you to the endbegging you to take a look over the edgeat the city that never sleeps across from the tavernwhere brilliant works were made.washington square parkjust a stone-throw away artlifemusiclovebreezemagic I remember it better than anything the magic on 17th and irving.
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