Illustrated by Deborah Alalade.

To: Washington Mews
New York, NY 10003

From: Grace Marie Wanebo

Dear friend, 

Writing to you from Washington Mews, it’s like I’ve walked out of Greenwich Village and straight into a scene from “Call Me By Your Name.” This cobblestoned street can be perceived as a liminal space alien to Manhattan. No discourteous taxi cabs whizz by, no pedestrians pack the sidewalk. Through its steel gates, I’ve crossed the threshold into a charming European haven. The only things missing are perhaps laundry draped outside each building and the scent of freshly baked bread.

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In a city that looks like the concrete Grand Canyon, carved out over the decades by gridded streets and avenues, I feel lost trying to trek it. In a city that has skyscrapers that stretch up and outwards infinitely, I feel drowned out. Yet, this preserved little alley is like a breath of fresh air, giving me some peace and clarity from the outside chaos. 

The next time I feel overwhelmed trying to navigate this brilliant labyrinth, I know where to come.

Yours, 

Grace 

Email Grace at [email protected]

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