Corner bodega in Park Slope, 2019. Photography by spurekar. This is a love letter to my neighborhood bodega. I took my first trip to New York when I was 5 years old. I knew then, as I know now, that this was the place I wanted to live. Every morning, my dad and I would walk to the local bodega to get the newspaper. (Print forever!) Then we would buy a bagel with cream cheese from the street carts outside.