A hint of cool in the air washed over me as I gulped down an entire glass of water. My skin was still sticky from the 89-degree day. From my sidewalk table, I looked across Hudson Street to the iconic White Horse Tavern, whose patio was brimming with those celebrating summer's early arrival. I thought about how it's funny that even though growing up in the West Village I'd walked past it hundreds of times, I'd never been there.
Shifting gears
Shifting gears
Shifting gears
A hint of cool in the air washed over me as I gulped down an entire glass of water. My skin was still sticky from the 89-degree day. From my sidewalk table, I looked across Hudson Street to the iconic White Horse Tavern, whose patio was brimming with those celebrating summer's early arrival. I thought about how it's funny that even though growing up in the West Village I'd walked past it hundreds of times, I'd never been there.