Photo by Rocky Luten
Back when I was pregnant, I would go on a fun little detour every so often. The subway would reach my home stop in lower Manhattan, but I’d ignore it and continue straight into Brooklyn… York Street… Jay Street… Bergen Street. “That’s my stop!” I’d say to myself, emerging from the underground, still trying to catch my breath with my ever-growing belly, before orienting myself and walking up that block-and-a-half stretch of Smith Street to Bien Cuit.
(via Food52)
