Weekend by Brooklyn

Hester Street Fair with Audrey and Keith. Ran into Sandy & Francis on their way out. Not as death-by-horde-of-hipsters as I was lead to believe it would be. I even spied a smattering of older Chinese neighborhood types and older Hasidic neighborhood types. And yes, a bunch of hipsters too. Ok this was LES, not Brooklyn, but just a 10 minute bike ride away!

Bought (and ate) a vegan raspberry coconut thing from Boomtown--I'd patronize them again for sure.

Onwards and eastwards to the Franklin Street Immersion. I don't know that there were any events scheduled up and down the block per se, maybe more of a Greenpoint BID kind of thing, but a fine enough excuse to meet up with Stella and Matthew and Monica and wander around the neighborhood. Van Leeuwen ice cream was consumed, and apparently it's very good stuff.

Monica showed off the mural she helped paint. It's even got her name on a plaque next to it!

Admiration all around.

It was hot, hot, hot. We swung by Word and browsed. We stopped in at Brooklyn Label and Audrey got this coffee soda drink that sounds so disgusting but tasted so, so yummy. We ambled around.

West between Green & Freeman: Greenpoint's most appealing block--not that this photo quite conveys it, but it really just is.

Later on that night, watermelon & beer on Keith's stoop in Clinton Hill.

We test rode clown bikes with banana seats at the Bike Jumble the next day!

The one that got away from Via Bicycle--worth every penny of its $20 price tag, but somehow, there were no takers.

The children of Park Slope are as effervescent as they are omnipresent. Here's us charmed by one particularly saucy little boy with an unzipped fly who was demonstrating some crazy skidz on his bike with training wheels, outside of Grumpy's. We OWNED this bench for at least an hour and a half.

After taste-testing the failed home-brewing experiment known as Chirndl, it turns out the real lowlight of the weekend was court summonses for all (except me and Yasa!) at Valentino Pier in Red Hook. Apparently it closes at 10pm, though you would never know by the signs posted at the entrance.

Still, Brooklyn did us right this weekend!