The Bronx

This is where we now live: The Bronx. In a neighborhood called Pelham Bay. That's the 6 train, one block away from our apartment, 20 minutes away from Manhattan. I take it to 125th and transfer on the M60 bus to Columbia, where I have found my new coffeehouse, with the best tasting croissants I've ever had. (They warm them up and glaze them with honey and serve them with marmalade for you to spread them. Now, personally, I spread the marmalade then dunk them in a cappuccino. Is there anything more heavenly than combining pan y café?





We live in a quiet street, named Mayflower. The houses are made of brick. Some touching, and most have a front yard with beautiful gardens. One house has a grapevines hanging from their carport.














This is our apartment building. Teenagers live there (i.e. the graffiti). Haven't been around that species in quiet a long time. Met a couple of them; they were nice to us. Hopefully they won't throw eggs at our door.


Pelham Bay is mainly an Italian-American neighborhood. In a 1/2 mile radius there are 8 pizza parlors. Eight! Plus, a great bakery with fresh bread throughout the day. There's also fruit stands, hardware stores, a deli, and a butcher. That, the community store, more than anything makes it feels more like New York to me than Times Square. (Ignore the Yankee fan below. Shea Stadium is actually closer and quicker to get to than that other one.)