Cutting through the park and heading towards Leroy Street, one of my favorites in my neighborhood. You can’t tell from this shot, but every building has that 19th century old world charm and elegance. I would love to live on Leroy Street but the south side is taken up by a public library, a city gym (where I swim) a handball court, and then a park. It must be one of the nosiest blocks, except it never seems that way when I’m passing through. How can that be?
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →