And bicyclists here should be warned about the dumpster in the street...
The reader passed along the photo below...


Somehow, according to the sign, the year-long renovation here will make all of our lives better...
By the way, apartments in this building were on the market as summer rentals last year.
2 comments:
Ah, the memories! A ground-floor pad (barely big enough for a bed and dresser and stove, though it did have a real bathroom) in the rear building at 325 was my first EV home.
It was the summer of 1968, and I moved in with my then boyfriend, a writer for the East Village Other. We didn't last long, or stay there long: place too tiny, fought all the time about other stuff. But I do remember that back courtyard and the hallway through the cellar we had to traverse to get there...
Thanks for the comment, HippieChick. I had no idea there was another back there until the reader told me the other day...
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