102 E 22nd St, New York, NY 10010

Gramercy Park Penthouse Awaits! Some homes are mere spaces—walls and windows and doors—but others are stories waiting to be told, whispered into existence by the light that spills through their rooms, by the quiet that lingers in their corners, by the fire that crackles in their hearths. This Gramercy Park penthouse is such a home, a place suspended between the past and the possible, perched atop a boutique prewar building as if it has always been here, waiting. High above the city’s hum, wrapped in an enormous terrace that catches the sun’s first light and the hush of twilight, this is a home for dreamers. Two wood-burning fireplaces flicker with the warmth of a hundred unwritten tales. Ceilings stretch tall, welcoming breath and thought alike, while every room is bathed in a golden glow that shifts with the turning of the hours. A vast eat-in kitchen stands at the heart of it all, a place where meals become moments, where coffee and conversation weave their own quiet magic. The two bedrooms offer sanctuary, while a windowed home office gazes out upon the world, a space for work, for words, for wandering minds. Two full baths, serene and still, wait to wash away the day. And always, there is the hush—Gramercy’s rarest gift, the quiet that belongs only to those who have found a way to live above it all. Beyond your door, Gramercy Park unfolds—a neighborhood steeped in history, wrapped in elegance, pulsing with the energy of the city’s finest restaurants, boutiques, and cultural corners. Madison Square Park, Union Square, and the Greenmarket are mere steps away, vibrant and ever-changing, yet constant in their charm. At 102 East 22nd, life is curated with care. This boutique prewar building offers on-site laundry, a bike room, and the ever-watchful presence of a live-in superintendent. Pets are welcomed, as is co-purchasing, because a home like this should be shared—with those you love, with those who visit, with those who have always belonged within its walls. Some homes are spaces. Others are stories. Perhaps, if you listen closely, this one is already whispering yours.