Cameron's place is on the top floor of a grand old brownstone that rates a visit for the hallways alone, but the apartment blends old and new seamlessly, as you can see. Now you might be thinking, OMG, another airbnb fishbowl with no curtains - but your room has the original "pocket" shutters, tucked away discreetly in the window frame, which then fold out as needed. Very cool aesthetics, and very practical if you plan to sleep past daybreak, as I did. Once. Well, maybe a few times. Anyway ... the bed and comforter are as soft and smooth as they look in the photos, and the WiFi tears up the pavement like an antiques dealer running late to an estate sale. Cameron was easy-going and upbeat, a timely communicator, and flexible about adding time to my initial reservation; the kitty also gets a shout out - his cuddly indolence is hard to resist. Finally, streetwise™ ... The western-most end of the Utica Avenue station is closest to the house. I always assumed the name was Native American, and indeed the upstate city of Utica had earlier been Mohawk and Oneida territory. But Utica was a Phoenician city (later absorbed by Carthage, in what is now Tunisia), and dates to the "classical Mediterranean" period (as do Rome, Troy and Syracuse). For background on Peter Stuyvesant (and his ghost), and the connection to Spike Lee's "Do the Right Thing," the interested reader may google.