n 99th Street between First and Second Avenues in Manhattan, just a few blocks from some of the city’s most palatial homes, the air is tinged with a certain sourness. There, there is a Sanitation Department garage where giant orange trucks snooze in a dark ground-floor space. More than a dozen white garbage trucks sit in rows outside.
This two-story brick building is nothing special, even a bit decrepit, but as you walk up its crooked metal staircase toward the second floor, you will find the first hint that something wholly different, even a little dazzling, hides amid all that dingy gray: there it is, on the right, a painting of perky pink flowers on a Big Bird-yellow background hanging in the stairwell. It looks like the sort of thing that should hang on a nursery wall. And in fact, it probably once did.
n 99th Street between First and Second Avenues in Manhattan, just a few blocks from some of the city’s most palatial homes, the air is tinged with a certain sourness. There, there is a Sanitation Department garage where giant orange trucks snooze in a dark ground-floor space. More than a dozen white garbage trucks sit in rows outside.This two-story brick building is nothing special, even a bit decrepit, but as you walk up its crooked metal staircase toward the second floor, you will find the first hint that something wholly different, even a little dazzling, hides amid all that dingy gray: there it is, on the right, a painting of perky pink flowers on a Big Bird-yellow background hanging in the stairwell. It looks like the sort of thing that should hang on a nursery wall. And in fact, it probably once did.
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