NYC in the summer seems to require more than a tolerant sense of smell. As I climbed through intersections in Chelsea this morning, pedestrian pathways seem to be haphazardly created in the middle of oncoming traffic to make room for that lovely jackhammer project or latest ConEd bustup. Can I trust that construction worker waving a flag while chewing a dip while yelling at his co-worker in the truck while staring at every girl within five feet? Hardhats should be required for all of us vulnerable, pedestrian commuters.
The West Village is much calmer, something about the chance of actually seeing the sky there and the quiet streets are soothing. Visited one of my favorite boutiques- hable construction, and don't forget the roquefort cheeseburger at the Spotted Pig, with rosemary shoestring fries- what they serve in between the lunch and dinner rush. Pig me.
