If there is a bumblefuck corner of Manhattan, it’s my neighborhood. I never know if I should tell people I live in Chinatown or the lower Lower East Side. I don’t really belong here, not being a Chinese immigrant or a Hasidic Jew or even Puerto Rican. (Quite a mix…) And then there’s me.
And this is just on one block, not even getting into the offshoots of Chinatown or the galleries down here.

I have seen some weird stores in my 38 years in New York City, but never have I seen a store devoted exclusively to accordions.
and what a great name, huh?