There is something to be said for the tranquility that cloaks the city during the last month of summer. Some may feel like “the leftovers”- left behind while the “others” leave in droves, a mass exodus to the various summer retreats.  I typically find solace and comfort in the quiet and serenity of it all. It’s the feeling that somehow you are in on a little secret - that the city, which at times succumbs to lunacy and  haste, has a softer and more mellow side. It is during the fleeting month that I find myself sauntering into a typically packed and popular restaurant at 8 p.m. on a Saturday night or get lost among the townhouses of the West Village without the droves of tourists trailing at my heels.