“Without knowing it, Jane had alighted in the heart of Greenwich Village, the place she would call home for decades to come. As she emerged, she immediately noticed that the streets ran off at odd angles in all directions… She gazed at shopwindows full of leather handbags and watches and jewelry, strolled past barbershops and cafés… Everywhere she looked she saw people — people talking to one another, it seemed, every few feet… Everyone looked, she thought, the way she felt: unpretentious, genuine, living their lives. This was home.”
