After a year and a bit living with the constant sounds of sirens, choppers, car alarms, honking and general New York City Noise we have decided to do what Miranda did years ago, and move to Brooklyn. Temporarily. Elizabeth and Steve rented us their charming apartment in the Fruit District. They told us it was a pre-war building and I had to stop myself from asking ‘which one?’ It has lots of weird art and bossy views and we were promised celebrities. So far I’ve only seen Lena Dunham. But we realized as we immersed ourselves in our natural habitat (wine bars) that Brooklyn Heights is a place where young people can come to be old. Got a typewriter and a penchant for cardigans? That’s cool. No one is going to stop you. And it’s quiet. Oh so quiet.