I have lived in Greenwich Village all my life, that I can remember at least. But it's not a village, it's a neighborhood,where the buildings are old, and small, definitely not like the skyscrapers, who are so tall they seem to have been stretched. My neighborhood's buildings are quiet and respectful, living in their calm manner, like a pond. My apartment is two floored, with big windows. Big windows to see the world -my world- out of. 

Testing maps!

Mardas frowned at the crumpled paper that lay between his wrinkled fingers. This Arthur person seemed harder to find than anyone else. He licked his cracked lips as he glared out of the dull window. The glass was so old and so dirty that he could barely see the starlit sky. He got up, tiredly limping across the room to his closet. He opened it up softly. The dusty doors creaked, as if moaning in agony. He reached for the French hat he kept on the top shelf. He had kept it for 40 years.

Bulgaria

     The warm breeze plays with your hair, and the cool sea water soothes you. That's what Bulgaria is like, sea and sun and sand. The busiest street of Sozopol, a coastal town, is filled with tourists and souvenir shops, magazine kiosks and banks. There's a clothing store and a few hotels. The restaurants have mostly seafood, such as grilled fish, lobster, and other specialties. There are grapevines everywhere, and roses also. The two main beaches are both five-minute walks away from our hotel, HEDI.