West Village

I'm living a tiny 2 room apartment on West 8th Street. The woman's apartment is filled with photos of her - don't you think it's weird to leave that stuff lying around? It's a cute place though.

The WV is apparently where everyone wants to live. Surrounded by tiny trattorias, wine bars, and show shops. It's like a slightly run-down Connie version of heaven! Plus I get to see the NYPD up close and personal - there's definitely something strange going on outside my window in the wee hours.

There's this little parking lot just down the road where locals have painted tiles with what they love about New York. Another post-9/11 gesture no doubt. It's quite sweet.