Hopping forward to the Llewyn Davis era—we kind of look at that as the ultimate romantic Greenwich Village, or at least I do.
But was Greenwich Village in the late 1950s and early 1960s actually all that great?
Fast forward a decade to Greenwich Village, where Pete Seeger hears the tune on an old 78 and turns it into “Wimoweh.”
A group of us Veteran writers were at a bar in Greenwich Village.
He told stories about his days as a penniless college student trying to make it in Greenwich Village.
We recall our first meeting in the kitchen of Christine's in Greenwich Village.
Then, sunk in a stupor, she drove to the little house in Greenwich Village.
Gratia had cut her hair short, but she had introduced a style of hair-dressing new even to Greenwich Village.
“I hate your Greenwich Village philosophy,” stormed Penelope.
Nearly all the Greenwich Village places really have atmosphere.