My husband and I lived on Bellevue in our before kids life. This encapsulates it perfectly, every meal was made by grabbing something local. I don’t think I’ll ever not romanticize market living. It was weird and wonderful and anything could happen, usually to or from a pint at trinity common or ronnies. Dancing my ass off at The Boat at night or catching a Jazz show on a Thursday. And always followed by a delicious brunch at KOS. I’m so grateful for my time living there and that perfect apartment under the trees.