Whenever I walk around the West Village, it helps me to fall back in love with New York City. Not that I’m every true out of love, but I think between all the chaos of my morning commute, the millions of people buzzing around, the skyscrapers, the concrete etc. I forget that there are some truly charming, beautiful areas of Manhattan. I want to walk down every single street in the West Village, to study all of the old brownstones, with vines crawling up, dotted with beautiful flower boxes. I want to mosey into every boutique, wander every garden, and browse every bookstore… I even want to buy cool hats like the one pictured below (Goorin Bros).