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Since posting my E. 4th St. pics yesterday, I've been looking at some NYC real estate - for fun, not to buy. The East Village is by no means a fancy area. I focused on E. 4th because that's where I took my pics on Sunday.
They are asking a mere $519,000 for this 600 sq foot 1 1/2 bedoom on the 5th floor of a walk-up. Great for your legs, those 5th-floors:
I could not find a single available rental on E. 4th, but maybe I didn't try enough. Still, demand is strong. I think many of the young folk are doubling and tripling up to make their rents with the average 2 BR walk-up running from $4000/month and up - and in elevator buildings up to $10,000/mo - in this funky old neighborhood which was considered a semi-slum some years back.
I remember it well - Mrs. BD attended Tisch (before she was Mrs. BD, and when it was known as NYU School of the Arts and was housed in a huge old industrial loft building with only a freight elevator, yet was still maybe second only to Juilliard for the performing arts). The Fillmore East was there too, and I have memories of that: Leon Russell, Allman Brothers, Dr. John, etc.
Looking at the listings makes me wonder who all these people are who want to pay, or are able to pay, $10,000/month rent for smallish apartments in the East Village (referring to east of Greenwich Village).
And looking at the listings reminds me that, if you live in Manhattan and do not have money to burn to spend on housing, you sleep in your apartment - you don't live in it. You live at your gym or club or pub or cafe or library or park or meetings or dinners or work or wherever. Otherwise, the claustrophobia can get pretty ugly for those who are not used to it. I think so many New Yorkers run and jog and bike just to get the heck out of their little boxes.
Funny, though, when I think that I probably spend 90% of my time at home within 10% of my home living space - but that is by choice.
I confess, Readers, that I still get a kick out of New York. Vital, colorful, messy, unpredictable, and jam-packed with talented people.
They are asking a mere $519,000 for this 600 sq foot 1 1/2 bedoom on the 5th floor of a walk-up. Great for your legs, those 5th-floors.
Indeed they are. My cousin lives on the third- or is it the fourth -floor of a walk-up. She gets plenty of exercise walking up and down floors, and as a result looks great for her age. She could pass for 20 years younger. No face lifts, no Clairol. Just walking up and down those stairs. No need to spend money on a gym membership. Exercise is incorporated into her daily life.
Used to live in a third floor room in a dorm, no elevator and only a narrow winding staircase.
Thought nothing of it until I almost destroyed my right knee in a traffic accident and couldn't walk for 2 months, let alone climb stairs.
Literally had to drag myself up 3 flights of stairs by my arms to get to my bed, and crawl down them to go to the bathroom or kitchen.
When older age results in arthritic knees, I predict that my cousin and her mate will quit NYC for their one-story shack in flyover country.
OTOH, I have read that exercise can delay the onset of old-timer arthritis, so that time could still be a ways in the future.
The tenement I lived in on Avenue B during one summer session sublet back in the salad years was the most violent, filthy and dangerous place I have ever been. I had a heroin dealer across the hall whose clientele included a musician featured once on this site. Addicts pounded on my door 24/7 who were too stoned to read the number on the dealer's door. The "floor plan" was what is called a shotgun in the south with one bowling alley like space and a bathtub in the middle of the roach infested kitchen. There was never any warm water, much less hot water. Yes, one spent time AWAY from one's pied a terre in the East Village! Trash went out the air shaft ("air mail")! A quick parcel search shows that this hellhole is now a VACANT LOT and owned by Parks and Rec. Thanks be to God.
Why MissyW, that's just how I remember it. I didn't live in the West Village, but I visited on occasion and that's how it was. And remember all the locks people put on their doors back then? Man, it was like a hardware store.
The young bohemians are not gone - they've just moved on to other neighborhoods. Large areas of Brooklyn have been gentrified in this way over the last decade. The NY Times has already reported on several boho pioneers in the neighborhoods around Yankee Stadium and the old Hunts Point Market in the Bronx.
This is how cities revive and reinvent themselves - organic, market-driven renewal without the awful blight of hi-rise slums brought to us by 60s liberal "urban planning".