There’s the Los Angeleno and the New Yorker, be it Brooklyn or Manhattan or Silverlake or Malibu. And there’s the people who belong a little bit to both places too, like me, born in New York, yet living in Los Angeles so long that I full-on call it home. And yet, every time I go to New York, something inside me still says: my town.

Last month I got to experience New York as a tourist at Williamsburg’s The William Vale Hotel. It’s an impressive building, especially as so much of the real estate in Brooklyn is relatively low. White stone and rising up on a base that almost looks laced, it’s hip and bustling, and all about the view.

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