Greenwich Avenue

She took the necklace to a jeweler in Manhattan on an afternoon when the sky was the color of wet slate and the sidewalks shone beneath the steady rain.

She had wrapped it in a square of linen before leaving Greenwich Avenue, although she will later insist, if anyone had thought to

ask, that this was

merely because she didn't want the silver chain becoming tangled with the contents of her handbag.

Her name is absent from the history of the Owens family and perhaps it's better to leave it that way.

What is known is that she was a literary agent, unmarried, and already comfortably established in her profession when she began looking for new offices in Greenwich Village.

She found what she was looking for at 44 Greenwich Avenue.

The building had once been a house, although by the time she arrived, it had been sold and divided into offices.

For decades, art historians and art lovers alike have tried to pin down the exact location of this diner in New York.

Mulry Square, where Seventh Avenue South, Greenwich Avenue, and West Eleventh Street converge, was long considered the leading candidate since the square's sharp corner seems to match the painting's perspective perfectly.

But despite extensive research into historical maps and old photographs, the exact spot still cannot be established with certainty.

Hopper did say the painting was suggested by a restaurant on Greenwich Avenue where two streets meet, but he altered the scene to suit his own vision and enlarged the space.

Most likely, the diner is a place composed in the studio, part observation, part construction.

This uncertainty about the location contributes a great deal to the work's timeless quality.

I'm just a little west of where Eileen is.

I'm over on Greenwich Avenue.

And, you know, the odd thing here is that you stand here and you look north and, you know, it's sunshine, a beautiful blue day.

The streets are fairly empty.

I'm just a little west of where Eileen is.

I'm over on Greenwich Avenue.

And, you know, the odd thing here is that you stand here and you look north and, you know, it's sunshine, a beautiful blue day.

The streets are fairly empty.

And, um, Anyway, at the time, because that's all he had.

Anyway, that same man walked by as I'm sitting in an outdoor cafe on Greenwich Avenue, and he's got a briefcase.

And I said, yo, Joe.

And he came over, opened his briefcase, and he had every drug I wanted.