Yesterday, I went to an old friend, Williamsburg, where I stayed for one Week in 2012 with the dearest Berlin friends, anyone could ask for.
There was a bus from the place, where I live now, directly to Marcy Ave, where we always got off the train to go home to our blueish house, from where we had the most amazing view of the Williamsburg bridge. And Marcy Ave is amazing in itself because the street is small enough to basically live underneath the subway. It provides a special atmosphere, cozy almost, even when a train arrives or leaves, and fills the space with a one of its kind rumble.
