greenpoint is tucked on the northern border of bustling williamsburg, but because only the g train runs in and out, the local fabric is preserved in a way that feels increasingly rare. probably no one ends up in greenpoint by accident, and the neighborhood radiates a strong, authentic identity. it seems that the very best things about old new york and new new york live cheerily as neighbors in greenpoint. old world bakeries with original storefronts. hidden cafes with enchanting gardens. grand churches and tiny tattoo parlors. coffeehouses with creaky wooden doors and bold, floral wallpaper. techie pop ups and auto repair garages and antique shops peddling treasures and wares. when we boarded the train home on sunday afternoon, we were utterly charmed.
when you're newlyweds and don't yet have babes, it could be said that every night is date night, and yet. there's something so dear -- so necessary -- about carving out intentional time to connect as husband and wife. we had nothing but time for conversation and each other. everything was new to our eyes, and every corner, every nook, was ours to discover...together.
favorites from our staycation in greenpoint:
+ fried egg, avocado, and bourbon bacon jam sandwiches at maman
+ walking the breezy waterfront facing manhattan
+ lavender shortbread (and the wallpaper!!) at bakeri
+ napping in our fluffy hotel bed and sipping rosé in the afternoon
+ shell steak and onion soup in the garden dripping in wisteria at le gamin
+ french toast on the petal-strewn patio at milk and roses