However, Arnie and I were soon drawn back downtown by the lure of “our” hidden haven behind the Wall Street Inn: Stone Street.
Stepping onto old Stone Street for the first time feels like stumbling onto your very own secret oasis in a jungle of glass towers and honking car horns.
That short cobblestone lane is now a cozy, car-free stretch featuring quaint restaurants of all kinds on both sides of the street
Between April and October, locals and tourists alike enjoy lunch, dinner and late night drinks outside on picnic tables set out on the road, but of course, the cafes and pubs are open all year.
We still haven’t tried every restaurant there, so I’m looking forward to going back.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not quite able to understand why you go to a world capital like New York City so that you can luxuriate in some cobblestoned alley that has about as much to do with what New York is all about as a 100 story skyscraper would if it were plopped down in the middle of some rural English sheep farmer village.
Of course I’m speaking as a San Franciscan here, so maybe that has something to do with it.