Sylvan Terrace is one of those parts of New York where buildings are lower, exactly two-stories, and people look like they are living in a secret world of their own, time traveling behind their emerald shutters into the late-19th century. Two lines of wooden houses, twenty on each side in uniform facade and height, create a rowhouse ensemble. Up exactly eleven chestnut-colored stairs and behind doors with identically stencilled gold numbers, live the lucky few that prize their million-dollar Monopoly properties.
Nothing’s seemingly secret in New York anymore.
Messy Nessy Chic