Le Travail

So I got a new job that is sort of kind of in Clinton Hill. (It's really in Bed-Stuy, but more on that later.) On Friday I went to look at some lofts about two blocks from my future place of work. They were okay, but reminded me of NYU dorms in that they were showing about 10 years wear and tear when people had only been living in them for two. But I loved the neighborhood. I was walking down the street, when a woman stopped me and asked what smelled so good in someone's front yard. It was Lily of the Valley. We both stopped and smelled the flowers until we walked to the corner and said good bye. Actually we wished each other a nice day. I couldn't believe I was still in New York.