Just crossing from 79th Street to East End Avenue, I felt the cool comfort of the trees.
It wasn’t just the feeling that it was 10 degrees cooler here. It was also less humid.
Henderson Place is an oasis in my dreams. It’s a liitle village of little villas.
The original school building was not a thing of beauty, but it had its moments.
The upward expansion is just plain ugly or maybe not so n plain but especially ugly.
Of course, that’s my aesthetic opinion.
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