On the way to dinner tonight, I took a mini detour to Greenwich Village for a peek at the city’s narrowest house – a house so small that it’s only half an address: 75 1/2 Bedford Street.

At only 9.5 feet wide, the puny pad is very New York. When I went to Colorado earlier this year, it hit me that everyone there must think New Yorkers are so silly for living stacked on top of each other. But we all do it because this city is fantastic – so fantastic and so pushed for space that someone’s willing to pay $3.5 million for this piddling piece of property. When the three-bedroom, two-bathroom house – which was once owned by Cary Grant – went into contract at the start of the summer, one of my colleagues covered it at the Mail. And I learned that although the house is tiny, it’s immaculate inside:

There was no looking inside for me today, but I made do with marvelling at it from the street – and appreciating that my tiny East Village flat is a little wider. (Maybe.)