Manhattan apartments, even when they cost an arm and a leg (from a non-Manhattan point of view), are always unpleasant, strange, poorly kept, dark, smelly, noisy, and sometimes even unhealthy.
To be able to afford those that look at least normal I would no doubt have to sell myself in serfdom, and I find no metaphor to describe those that look beautiful: totally, utterly, completely out of my reach for ever and ever.
After much disappointing Manhattan experience in AirBnB (and rentals) I could afford, this property gave me the absolute pleasure of a nice apartment, that looks cute and feels like home, that is silent and calm, that has integrated AC (instead of those cubes dangerously installed over window sills) as well as heating (instead of, I imagine, the frightening BANG BANG of central heaters from the 1920s pumping high-pressure steams in ancient pipes and radiators), and, unique feature in Manhattan, that has a washer and a dryer inside the apartment itself!
This is an absolute shocker of an apartment for Manhattan standards, a gem, a pearl, a joy. It's not a large apartment, but there's a place for everything.
It's on the 4th floor (with a walk-up, no lifts), but -- that could be news to Europeans -- 4th floors are reached in the US by walking up just three, not four, flights of stairs, as US people start counting floors from one instead of zero.
The bed is installed in the bedroom via an ingenious niche. I dread to think what happens should the bed frame break, but I guess bed frames might last longer than the typical rental contract.