I strolled up Broadway and west to Sixth Avenue last Thursday night after Obliterati because the the weather was so gorgeous. On my way I stumbled upon MacDougal Alley. I’m sure there are at least a handful more streets exactly like this but I’ve only seen one and the Washing Mews, just a bit further east in the village. I can only imagine how long these houses (yes, they’re houses) have been passed down from owner to owner, or how much they’re worth. Here are a few pictures that I took, and to be clear, the gate was open.
I’m not sure how you get your car in and out then….