{"id":2987,"date":"2018-05-18T18:13:29","date_gmt":"2018-05-18T18:13:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/citywalkerapp.com\/cw\/?p=2987"},"modified":"2018-06-24T00:39:27","modified_gmt":"2018-06-24T00:39:27","slug":"a-stroll-down-bleecker-street-new-york-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/citywalkerapp.com\/cw\/a-stroll-down-bleecker-street-new-york-city\/","title":{"rendered":"A Stroll Down Bleecker Street in New York City"},"content":{"rendered":"

Even before my first trip to New York<\/a>, I was somewhat obsessed with Bleecker Street. It all started while I was in college, studying visual communications. A very famous illustrator who probably made pretty good money was a guest speaker at my school. During his talk, he dropped the fact that he lived on Bleecker Street in the West Village. Though I knew I didn\u2019t quite have his talent, my life goals suddenly involved living in NY in an apartment on Bleecker. Looking back, I realize: 1) I had a bit of a crush on the guy; 2) He probably lived over a restaurant and existed in a constant fug of melted cheese and oregano. But what\u2019s so bad about smelling like pizza all day every day? (I could probably rationalize it then. Now, not so much.)<\/p>\n