Myers of Keswick in the West Village is quite an anomaly.
An utterly English village shop - circa 1956. Its main clientele are ex-pat Brits who crave Marmite, PG Tips, Weetabix and Ribena.
All awful staples of remembered English food which we buy, not particularly because of their wonderful taste, but because they remind us of childhood when such tastes are formed.
Note the patriotic tea towels and center stage display of Heinz baked beans. It is within walking distance of our apartment. I forgot to replenish our supply of Branston Pickles so an other trip is in order.
Right next door to Myers is a rather chic children's shop. Note striped camels.
Walking home along 9th Avenue, I see roosters in the window of the crepe cafe.
