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Sometimes the coffee is excellent and it has a bite.
The latter is true of the latte at 787, a miniscule coffee bar on 70th Street west of 1st Avenue.
The bite comes from what I sense is the Spanish brew offered here. Miniscule as it is 787 offers food and catering.
I have a feeling that this is an update for both your cleaning instead.
How do you unwind after a demanding day?














My friend A. said “oh it would so much nicer without those water towers.”





I beg to differ. Water towers are ultra New York City. I, for one, get pleasure at looking up to find them.




























James Cagney was born on the Upper East Side. When he lived here, the Ruppert Brewery was situated where we now have the Ruppert Towers condo complex.
Walk up 91st from 2nd Avenue to find the plaque in his honor and the sign for James Cagney Way at the top of the street on 3rd Avenue.
























“Fresh air tenements” were one of the solutions do-gooders established for working class poor who suffered from T.B.
One such complex was at Cherokee Place. The compound sprawls over one half a full block, with entryways and byways leading to apartments which have lots of breathing room.
References: Cherokee Place; Sightseeing; If you believe in signs; Been there and I’m back; Keeping it local; Basement labyrinths

Painting your front door red is a call for attention. A bright red door is not only a conspicuous feature. It is also an attractive one.
I once lived in a coop that chased down a particular shade, so particular that it had to be custom blended. My parents followed suit by having the 3 doors of their country house painted red.
Eye-catching.