by When I lived on 11th Street between Waverly and West 4th, our building shared a garden with Saint John’s in the Village. It’s a beautiful garden. I haven’t seen it since the 1980s, but at the time it had a wild, overgrown feel, it was not perfectly manicured, which is just how I like a garden. It also had statues strewn about here and there, like the one pictured below. I took tons of pictures, but they’re underneath my bed which I need help to lift. For some reason this one was out. A friend of mine from my choir just started singing in their choir, coincidentally!
