This past weekend I wasn't feeling so rad. I don't know what it was but I was just in a crummy mood, and missed Joe a lot, was starting to get nervous about my school performance, and was sitting at a cafe feeling down and out so I decided to get out and just start walking. And this is what is amazing about New York. I just walked west. I knew I would encounter something, and of course I did.
I found myself, after about 25 minutes of walking through the West village and Chelsea, in the Meatpacking district (I recognized Diane Von Furstenburg and Jeffrey, which I remember visiting with my mom about 10 years ago. The whole neighbourhood had since been transformed). Chic looking restaurants, and TONS of high end boutiques line the cobblestone streets.
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| Pastis, where I ate with my parents when they dropped me off. I was in a far less stable place at that point. |
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View of the Meatpacking district from above
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