#4, Verandah Place, Cobble Hill, Brooklyn
The number that started it all. For years I had passed this building on an almost daily basis and had always been charmed by it, but I couldn't quite figure out why. Was it the texture of the peeling blue paint? The run-down but elegant allure of an old building on a hidden side street? It was all of those things, but mostly it was that 4.
The old door with the fan-sunburst window cut-outs, rotted and duct-taped with a maintenance order, has since been torn down and replaced. A new door, painted darker blue and perfectly decent, now stands in its place. A few weeks after the new door went in, I happened to find a lament on this very alteration over at the always-interesting Lost City. It's worth a look for some good before and after portraits of NYC and its boroughs, including this well-loved building on Verandah Place. My eye still lingers over the old familiar 4 every time I pass it, though the new blue door is a neighbor that will take some getting used to.