East Village

I'm in the Village, people! In my record-breaking second last move, I have been able to enjoy the pleasures of unpacking my bag, eating salad and doing everything worth doing from the comfort of bed. Welcome to East 10th Street, right across from the Russian Baths (I am working up the courage to submit to a scrub down by large women in even large underwear who don't know when to stop using eyeliner).

Staying in the apartment of a lovely producer Jenn, who is in Paris for the month, I have a bookshelf with books, and art on the walls, and a kitchen worth cooking in. Very lucky indeed. Oh, and an awesome sushi place only 30 metres away. More on the area when I've had more time to explore.

Books!Bed!

Art!