Washington Square Park is a popular spot for NYU students, tourists, street performers and strolling couples alike.
But tucked away nearby is a small side street that transports you to a different world.
Follow me, à la rue française.
Colorful shudders and luscious vines frame doorways and window sills. This short cobble stone street reminds me of the narrow roads scattered through Paris et Marseille.
No taxis or street vendors, one can walk casually without having to look twice before crossing the street.
I peak inside one of the windows. The scene of a small bistro appears; with large circular tables surrounded by family members passing baguettes and pouring newly uncorked bouteilles de vine.
The windows protected by heavy black bars are only a façade; there is nothing to fear.
It’s impossible to explore this city without comfortable shoes. Who knows if I would have even found this quietly concealed street without a pair of sneaks on hand.
When reality sets in and you realize you’re still in the middle of the New York’s busiest city, cette petite rue fraçaise is just the dose of tranquility needed to make it through the day.
A secret worth exploring; la rue française.
Blazer: Kriziapoi. Silk Tunic: Madewell. Skirt: Sinequanone. White Heels: L.A.M.B. Sneakers: All Black. Necklace: Jessica Decarlo Jewelry. Purse: Vintage Coach. Earrings: Kate Spade. Watch: Fossil.