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Grossman, 210 E. 36th St., and Thandrayen. (Source: The Real Deal)
It is up to the courts to decide whether a prospective buyer’s claim of discrimination is valid in a $1 million lawsuit.
But the case brought by an African whose application to a seven-member co-op board was rejected highlights the treacherous terrain of anti-discrimination laws.
According to the Real Deal last week, Goldwyn Thandrayen, a native of Mauritius, contended in a complaint amended two weeks ago that the board of 210 E. 36th St. in the Murray Hill neighborhood discriminated against him on the basis of national origin. Continue reading
Another unit in the same line of a Murray Hill condo that has been stigmatized by suicide.
The one-bedroom condo in Murray Hill was originally listed last August for $699,000. Monthly common charges are $525 and real estate taxes $397.
The asking price was cut, pointlessly, to $690,000 in October and then two weeks later, to $679,000.
In early December, the apartment was taken off the market and now is back.
Before I bring you up to date on the reason for the gap, Continue reading
Not only do buyers glom onto glam in an apartment and long for light, but the charm of original details as varied as dentil molding and pocket doors may well appeal to many of them.
Although such characteristics often can’t hold a candle to the allure of a particularly lovely Manhattan block, the aura of an enclave such as ones that come to mind near Washington Square Park, on Murray Hill or on the Upper West Side can trump an ordinary block’s charm in the opinion of many buyers.
The attached homes in those areas generally have rooms of small proportions and carry assorted other burdens. But so powerful is the draw of their scale and ambiance that many buyers are happy to accept any tradeoffs necessitated by coveted Old World features in such enclaves.
So few are the properties and so infrequently do dwellings in a mews come on the market that open houses for them tend to be jammed. That was the case recently for an open house on a rainy Sunday in what is known as Pomander Walk, which runs between 94th and 95th streets and West End Avenue and Broadway on the Upper West Side.
Passing through an iron gate below the stone arch there is like treading into the past and a garden of earthly delights. Continue reading