Brooklyn Heights

Since the very first time I set foot on the dreamy Promenade, Brooklyn Heights has been my happy place. When I used to come visit New York I would always try to fit in a visit to the neighborhood, no matter how packed my schedule. When I lived here for my two-month trial run (which ended two years ago today—!) I would trek all the way out to BK just to read my Sunday newspaper.

I was in desperate need of a spirit-lifting solo adventure recently and before walking the Manhattan Bridge or visiting Kolonihavehus, I started my day in Brooklyn Heights. I will never not get a thrill from just walking the Promenade and taking in the breathtaking views of lower Manhattan, the Brooklyn Bridge, and even—if you look hard enough—the Statue of Liberty.

Everything was still covered in snow when I went, which of course makes everything even more dreamy to me. The quiet streets are completely magical, lined with brownstones and cute colonial-style row houses, with names like Pineapple, Cranberry and Pierrepont. Truman Capote used to live in Brooklyn Heights, as did Walt Whitman and Thomas Wolfe—and I would add myself to that list in a heartbeat if I could.