LaGuardia and Houston, West Village, Manhattan
Associated Supermarket, West Village, Manhattan
Pigs Flying Building, West Village, Manhattan
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The Atrium, West Village, Manhattan
Bleecker and Sullivan, West Village, Manhattan
Ciao, West Village, Manhattan
Indian Bread Co., West Village, Manhattan
My Old Building, West Village, Manhattan
My Old Apartment Door, West Village, Manhattan
After I’d had enough of Chinatown, I walked up through SoHo to the Village, my old stomping grounds. I wandered around the streets I used to walk on every day, past my old grocery store (HATE that place), up to Citibank, across Bleecker, and up Bedford.
The Atrium on Bleecker is where I had corporate housing for a month when I transferred to New York from San Diego two weeks after September 11, 2001. The building on Bedford between Carmine and Downing was where I lived before I transferred to Chicago. My apartment door was between the Yoga boutique and the Palm Reader.
When I turned to take the photo of Ciao, the waiter was like “ohhh, you want to take a photo of me?” and I was like “eh, not really, this corner looks pretty, though.” So he moved to step away and I told him to stay in the photo so he had to put on his macho stance. Then after I took the photo and gave him the thumbs up he had to make kissing noises at me. Classy.
Finally, outside the Indian Bread Company I took a photo of the printout they have of my site in their window. This is the printout that Joe sent me a while back.
Oh, and I almost forgot, here are a few more photos of the pigs flying building.
6 responses so far ↓
1 Nan // Sep 7, 2005 at 8:16 am
The “poser” at Ciao kills me! That’s totally something I would do. Minus the kissing noises. Well, maybe at you Shell. Who wouldn’t make kissing noises at you!?
2 Sean // Sep 7, 2005 at 11:26 am
My girlfriend lives in The Atrium. It is a very odd place. It is half hotel and half permanent resident. While I like her apartment, I must say that Bleecker is not fit for people over 20 on the weekends.
3 rachelle // Sep 7, 2005 at 2:50 pm
i could never understand the doorman at the atrium. he’s french or something and has a thick accent.
4 rachelleb.com // Sep 7, 2005 at 8:26 pm
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5 wassamattawichtoo? // Sep 8, 2005 at 5:02 am
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