A few weeks ago, when I was out running some errands, I came upon this little alley in Chinatown. I was on my way to the subway when I turned and recognized this little street that had intrigued me over six years ago. The details that I loved then are the same ones that I love now...the old, colorful shutters that seem oddly out of place in new New York but oddly perfect for my version of my hometown, the strange, tiny and unexpected road off of Broadway. It was really cool to see it again -- especially since I had completely forgotten where it was. Finding it again was like remembering a little secret that only I knew.
The red shutters are gone but the green ones remain.
The place is still for rent.
No one decided to paint over the graffiti.