Number 182 sits halfway down a tree-lined stretch of West 11th Street, on the block between Seventh and Greenwich Avenue that most people in the neighborhood agree is the prettiest in the West Village. A wrought-iron gate, four bluestone steps, a recessed door painted the colour of a winter sky.

Behind the door is a parlor floor with original heart-pine boards, ceilings just under twelve feet, and the kind of plaster cornice work the city stopped making sometime around the war. The 2019 restoration was unusually careful: the marble in the primary bath came from the original quarry in Carrara, the kitchen cabinetry was made by a workshop in Maine, and the staircase — which had been painted white at some point in the 1970s — was stripped back to its original walnut over the course of fourteen weeks.

There are five bedrooms across four upper floors, a south-facing garden with a magnolia that flowers in early April, and — perhaps most quietly remarkable — a small rooftop study reached by a spiral stair, where the previous owner wrote four books.
It is the sort of house that is not for sale very often. Marbry is honored to represent it.