Take a Walk With Me: Through Greenwich Village

Photo by: Gabriela Yareliz

Photo by: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

One of my favorite places to take a stroll, no matter what the season, is through Greenwich Village; truly one of the best places in NYC. I am honored and blessed to be a part of the neighborhood. I am into the old fashion simplicity and tree-lined streets. This neighborhood offers exactly that, complete with a farmer’s market. Let’s just say living here makes you feel like a princess. A princess surrounded by madness, but a princess, nonetheless.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

My mom helped me move into my apartment two years ago (where does the time go?). We were looking for a place to eat after our exhausting day, and we ran into a classy, woman d’un certain age. I remember she was a scarf and lipstick wearing kind soul. She told us where we could find what we were looking for. These are the types of people you run into. Every morning, I see men suited up, leaving their Fifth Ave. apartments and getting into their every-morning taxis. Fathers go to the park and time each other doing pushups while their children climb jungle gyms. Nanny’s walk children to school or summer camp and stop to make their morning coffee and magazine runs at the street kiosks and carts. Then, there are the students of the area. They flock to the parks and take over every bench.

By: Gabriela Yareliz, Perry Street.  Who doesn't want to live on Perry?

By: Gabriela Yareliz, Perry Street. Who doesn’t want to live on Perry?

It’s a neighborhood where you could easily spot a police chase (the police was in a taxi car chasing down another taxi–I do not lie), but you could also spot a really quiet garden filled with intellectuals talking and reading. The streets remind me of Europe. It’s not hard to get a compliment from people on the street. It’s also more common to hear multiple languages and see small families.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz On the corner of Broadway and 11th St.

By: Gabriela Yareliz
On the corner of Broadway and 11th St.

People shop organic. Yes, this would be the neighborhood where we buy overpriced cilantro. Residents still buy books; and sometimes, they do book swaps on the steps of their brownstones. Residents eat gelato, try to avoid mobs of tourists following a clipboard-holding leader, and ride the ubiquitous Citi Bikes.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz

By: Gabriela Yareliz [This is my disheveled walk look.]

After you live in The Village, it’s hard to imagine living anywhere else in the city. It envelops you; you feel safe. It spoils you. It charms you. The more you explore it, the more sure you are that it is truly a world all on its own. The rest of Manhattan fades. It’s a world that, despite its madness, paradoxes and simplicity, it begs you not to escape.

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