66 Square Feet

New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Motivation

Have mug.

Will travel.

For G&T's.

Posted by Marie at 3:11 AM

Labels: Cape Town, Drink, Hikes

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3 comments:

moreidlethoughtsFebruary 1, 2011 at 4:23 AM
Well, no danger of scurvy!
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JayFebruary 1, 2011 at 4:34 AM
Now that I like!
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HelenFebruary 1, 2011 at 8:49 AM
Love it!
Where's that, Maclears Beacon? It's a real top-of-world view.
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66 Square Feet was the footprint of my first, tiny terrace in Brooklyn. The garden and the meals I made there inspired this blog. In October 2013 we left Brooklyn because our landlord hiked the rent dramatically. So the Frenchman, the woman and the cat moved to Harlem.

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