Behind a brownstone is a garden/patio, fenced in on three sides. The only access is through the building, usually (but not always) via the basement apartment, hence real estate agents try to market them as "garden apartments".
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Do you mean one can't get to the garden without going through the basement apartment? Doesn't the super usually live in the basement apartment?
Most brownstones aren't big enough to have a full-time super. There are lots of different possible layouts. Sometimes the basement apartment has full access to the back yard; sometimes there are stairs from the 1st floor to the garden, sometimes the basement and 1st floor are a single-unit duplex, sometimes there is single occupant in the whole brownstone.
Oh dang, Nilly baby! That is one adorable baby, and yes, so happy and so completely engaged. Oh Nilly, he's scrumptious.
Pi-baby is insanely happy, as he should be!
When I lived in a brownstone in Manhattan (7 apartments?), the basement was not an apartment, I don't think (it was a long time ago, but I'm pretty sure the super lived upstairs), I have no idea what was behind the building, and the trash cans were in the stairwell area in front going toward the basement. The super took the trash out front. Also possibly relevant, the trash got picked up five days a week.
Pi-baby is indeed awesome!
Spent the day being lazy. Got in my swim (I am irrationally excited I'm getting a laptimer) and TJ's and laundry, but that's about it. And a manicure. Totally missed my neighbor inviting me over for coffee this morning cause I slept in. I need to ask him to make it a standing sunday date to get my ass out of bed.
Google Street View will show how there's no access to the middle of the block until well down the street, if you look at my old address, 242 W. 103rd St.
I Google viewed several blocks and I'm very curious what's behind those gates. I'm also fascinated by the number of businesses interspersed with all the residences. I've never lived a truly urban life, it's been rural and suburban. Well, that two months in Central Philly, when I was working at the Historical Society.
Over dinner Tim and I were talking about politicians (particularly presidents and other heads of state) who have affairs, and that somehow dovetailed with a conversation about Obama being a big geek. Which led Tim to say, "*His* intern-related scandal will be when he's caught LARP-ing with the interns."
Holy crap, I laughed my ASS off.