Getting to the one-bedroom co-op on the Upper East Side means negotiating a passageway in an early 20th century building facing the street and entering a sweet little garden. At the far side stands a three-story white clapboard house dating to the mid-19th Century.
There the charm ends.
The apartment is a one-bedroom unit up two flights of stairs with ceilings so low that I had to fight the urge to hunch over — and no one would mistake me for tall.
To many consumers, ceiling height is everything. Many prospective buyers won’t even look at apartments that don’t exceed the legal minimum. To quote the New York City Administrative Code, (more…)