old soul

People often ask me how I like living in the West Village and aside from the many restaurants, the charming stoops and boutiques (which, trust me, there are plenty!), it’s the people that actually sell me every time. I’m an early riser, which means I’m hunting for coffee around 6:30  or 7am pretty consistently Monday through Friday (and sometimes on Saturdays, eep!), and consequently, this means I end up seeing a lot of the same early risers, usually in line for coffee. Of course, once you start seeing the same familiar faces every morning, it’s hard not to develop a kinship of sorts — my fellow West Villagers, enjoying the Village when...