Let’s see — to state the obvious, it’s really freaking hot. Like, pulling your shoe out of melted asphalt, discovering sweat from pores you didn’t know existed, peeling your thighs off a subway seat in slow motion hot. And yet, despite the record-breaking temperatures and the smell of baking garbage and concrete, love persists.
So, with that spirit in mind, I hit the streets. First stop: Morningside Heights, where inventory was slim and prices were high. Then the Upper West Side, where I found a few cute studios holding steady at market rate. From there, I hopped over to Brooklyn, making stops in Greenwood Heights and Prospect Park South.
