I lingered at the corner for a good while, backtracked along 38th towards Tenth, then back to Ninth, pausing at the doorways under the scaffolding. Sometimes it feels like the city's just one big construction site, but there are still treasures here, large or small. The sun catching the layers of color on the face on a five storey walkup, the rear view of another - its paint peeling in shards of grey - and a third, defiant amidst giants. Gleams of light on hardscrabble entrances, a four-nine-seven blacked over on a door-frame, the number echoed on the transom above.
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I used to live across the street from Esposito's. At the end of the day, a man who lived in a nearby parking lot would bring his dogs (that he would raise and sell to sustain himself) by the shop where they would give the dogs meat snacks. Only the best for those dogs!
Oh that's nice!
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