On Barrow Street.

Last night we took a long walk across lower Manhattan and ended up right back where we started: the West Village. I work in Soho, so it's a natural place for us to frequent, but we're drawn to the neighborhood for other reasons, too.

Namely, the restaurants that hum with the sounds of winding down on a Friday evening, or the beautiful jazz melodies coming from the Greenwich House Music School as we walked back to the subway. We took a seat on a nearby stoop and listened for a few minutes. Proof positive that some of the best things in life are free.