Travel has taught me to live in the moment, to enjoy the everyday experience. But it’s also taught me to value fond memories, balancing the past with the present.

One place that toes the line between is Vin Sur Vingt. Tucked away in the West Village, this tiny wine bar offers interiors reminiscent of yesteryear in Paris with a window seat perfect for perching and watching the city of New York blaze on by.

Although small, this French wine bar has plenty of soul. Flickering candlelight gives the place a golden glow throughout. Friendly service and a well rounded, yet non-confounding, menu offer up a lovely experience. I’m the first to admit I know nothing of French wine, but the friendly service ensured I had zero reservations about asking for a suggestion. I was here for a glass (or two..) of wine, but there’s also a smattering of meats and cheeses I wouldn’t mind revisiting in the future.