I kept walking to South Street Seaport, a place I hadn't been since I was very young. But not so young that I forgot what it was like. Bars were open and people strolled through a mid-summer night breeze off the East River. This was no longer the case.
With its historic pedigree of cobbled streets and low-rise tenements, the northerly fringe of Front Street is cozy, romantic, even down-home. And in just the past few years it's sprouted an impressive row of eateries and watering holes.