Brownstone, but white

Strolling around the West Village in New York. Every time I get a chance to do so, I'm taken by the charm and character of those brownstones, and each season frames them in a different light and atmosphere.
Today I liked this white façade reflecting the afternoon light, the play of the sun through the leaves of the trees, the quietness of the street in a buzzing city, and the laziness of a Saturday.