Chris Adair | Freelance Writer

On the north side of Montague Street in Brooklyn Heights, between Hicks and Henry, there’s a pristine span of bright, airy, completely un-scaffolded sidewalk. Walking down this untainted footpath when the sun is out fills me with an overwhelming jauntiness, as if I’ve been spirited away to Barcelona or Monte Carlo. Walking down the south side of the street, on the other hand, can evoke in me a deep sense of dread and anxiety, like I’m a down-on-his-luck extra in Blade Runner. [more]