For me, the hub of the East Village. Why? Tompkins Square Park was the first place I went after I returned to live in New York two years ago. It was a sultry August and my friend Julie invited me to Wigstock, the annual drag festival, which had returned to Tompkins Square Park. The very next weekend, the strains of jazz could be heard as we celebrated Charlie Parker and his legacy. Of course there's more going on here than just festivals. There's the farmers market on Sunday on Avenue A (chat up the Tibetans working for Red Jacket Orchards about which apples are best this season), the flea market off A and 10th Street (I head straight to the "records wanted" fellow in the center with crates of vinyl delicacies and oddities). And in the park, crunk DJs and punk bands, dogs large and small, and plenty of sun when the weather is nice. Walk off any side path and find another nook of the East Village, whether it is on well-traveled St. Marks Place or the quiet of 9th Street (while you are at it, stop by Famous Friends and get a glimpse of the latest in street-savvy fashion.