We had unexpectedly sunny, beautiful and warm weather. And took a stroll through the old Village.

A rather typical, yet still stunning brownstone.

Rare to see a New York alley-way that leads to a garden - instead of, well, another alley-way or just garbage.

There are even gardens.

Here’s a gardened brownstone.

Reflection of a brownstone.

The lock may be newer than the bike.

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