One of the things I've always romanticized about living in NY is having a fabulous stoop. I pictured myself sitting on the stairs, drinking coffee, watching people walk by, enjoying the neighborhood.
In the few years I've lived here, I've yet to do any of this. And though I've had stoops at each of my apartments, none have been quite that...romantic. But today, I've forced myself to do it. So I'm sitting here, in front of my building, on some very dirty steps, with a lingering smell of dog poop and trash in the air, writing this post. Huh...not as fabulous as I'd always imagined.
Here, however, is one of my favorite stoops...just a few doors down. And, I'll have you know, home to a famous and much-adored NY'er. Even just walking past it daily makes me happy. :)
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