Skip the obvious. Here's where I take my parents when they finally come visit.
My parents finally came to visit after eight years. This is the two-day version of Brooklyn I made for them.
Photographer · New York
Documentary photographer based in Greenpoint. Shoots on film.
Stay here. Lobby cocktails at 6 are non-negotiable.
Cab into the West Village for breakfast.
Lunch reservation locked in two months out.
After dinner. Stand at the bar with a martini.
Day two, slow start. The rare books room.
Day-trip option for Sunday if the weather holds.
Three days of tiled cafés, viewpoints with a beer, and one pastel de nata too many.
Eight neighborhoods, twelve hours, and the only espresso route I'd defend to a Roman.
The morning route I do when I have a manuscript to read.
