393 west broadway ny, ny 10012
The deserted streets, the cobble stones, I remember the 18 wheeler’s. The desolate feeling. Soho was a neighborhood then. The Italians on Thompson street. The kids all met at the park.
I miss the old soho. I miss the old new York. There is nothing I don’t miss about soho
The streets were always dead at night. The neighborhood was like a giant park. We use to ride our bmx bikes everywhere. I remember eating on prince street at a place called "food". Man I loved Soho. Still do…
I grew up and my mom wasn’t gonna leave her loft for me… Lol.. I had to move cause I couldn’t afford to stay.
I don’t have a pic on me now but I have some pics at my moms I can send you of my twin and I on west broadway in the 70’s…