The building, just a few blocks from my house, is in pretty bad shape ($20million bad, apparently), so much so that I was shocked to discover it was still functioning, which it won’t be for long. Oh, sad. It was comforting having the convent in Clinton Hill. I’d been so used to seeing the nuns around Greenpoint, discovering this convent on one of my first walks around CH made the transition between neighborhoods easier for me.
Peace out, sisters!
