My East Village stroll ended with a celebration dinner at Arturo's. Arturo's has a special place in my heart, and I wanted to return on this reminiscing trip. My friend Ilira first brought me there, that summer when we were 19 and dangled our legs from the fire escape. We had many long wine filled conversations in those days, about art and love and where were we going, and how would we get there? I longed to wine and dine at Arturo's again, and remember that time when it felt like there was time.
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