In this chapter: Greenpoint and bagels, Jews in Williamsburg, Manhattan and the subway, food coops, community gardens and Brooklyn’s charming neighbourhoods: Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Park Slope.
We’re lucky enough to live at a time when teleport has been already invented. We just don’t realize it. It’s called a plane, and is totally underappreciated. Think about it, in 10 hours you can be almost anywhere in the world! You get in on one planet (Bangkok) and exit on another (Copenhagen). Everything around you is kind of the same but totally different.
I know I sound like this guy but that’s my point. “You are sitting in a chair in the sky!”
I am a bit worried each time I fly and all the check-ins and flight preparation stuff, among with constant announcements and jet lag make me dizzy. But once I get out of the teleport and wonder around the uncharted land, listening to people talk, looking at the way they dress, noticing smells and street signs,
So, grab your backpack and let’s go to Brooklyn.
New York has a very prominent, vivid
I remember this one girl on the train. She is wearing a black hoodie “New York” and a tiny backpack, hugging a paper bag from Subway with one hand, a small coffee and a large bucket of coke with the other. Gently holding her sandwich she turns on the music on her iPhone in a pink case and starts singing to herself, “He-ey-yeah yeah. Never, never, oh yeah”.
I am walking down the street at Carroll Gardens, close to The Invisible Dog art centre, where Brooklyn Beta event is going to take place. People are passing by on bicycles, enjoying an evening stroll with their puffy dogs and babies, drinking coffee. People smile at me and it all feels like a happy dream.
The next few hours and the following day were dedicated to Brooklyn Beta. It was totally epic and I’ve written about it at length, so I won’t repeat myself here.
Bagels in Greenpoint
Driggs Ave and the surrounding area, not far from my friends’ apartment where I am staying. Feels like home that I once lost and now found again.
A squirrel is crossing the street.
There is something for everyone in New York, even rolls for aliens. Sounds good, let’s make a stop.
Ashlea’s written about 8 things she loves that can only be found in the US and bagels are number one on that list. Couldn’t agree more! Bagels are great, everyone should have some. Crap, now I miss bagels again. I even bring a few bags of bagels on a plane back home with me.
On the sidewalk I notice a cart-board box from an old Mac Pro with some porridge on it. Times change.
The jewish neighbourhood. I stumbled upon it unintentionally and was taken by
The fire department is impressive.
Manhattan, Pumpkins and Subway
The day after Brooklyn Beta I walked the Williamsburg bridge to Manhattan. Digging its bright pink and gray
Magnolia Bakery in Greenwich Village.
Graffiti advertisement for Samsung.
October is pumpkin and Halloween season, so it’s not hard to find any kind of pumpkin imaginable. It’s hypnotising. If I could, I’d bring all of them home with me, but only a few small ones could fit in hand luggage.
Organic family farms come to New York every week so that locals can enjoy some fresh lettuce, corn, kale and whatever those other vegetables and fruits are, I haven’t even seen many of these in my life.
This particular market is on Union Square, but there are more like it practically in every neighbourhood.
One of the best parts of the otherwise busy
Another one of my favourite
The Flash was about to air on TV, so the fastest man alive ads are all over town.
Ok, time to head back to Brooklyn, and let me take this moment to tell you about the subway in New York. It’s got a pretty good coverage of the city and works 24/7. Well, that is if you are lucky and your line or station is not undergoing a renovation, which happens quite often actually. But there is always a sign with an explanation of an alternative route and directions to the nearest station. Or even a live gentlemen who’ll happily point you in the right direction.
These are the funny looking machines you use to buy tickets.
When you make a purchase with a card on an automated machine in the US, you always have to enter your Zip Code. Even if you are not from the
Oh, and if your card is issued outside of the US, you have to choose “credit card” instead of “debit”, even if you have the latter. Otherwise it doesn’t work.
Another gotcha is how fast you swipe the
Many stations look nice, especially in trendy neighbourhoods. Some are high overground and recommended by locals.
But some are in need of attention, with water leaking from the roof, cold wind blowing, rats and trash. There are stations where, if you get in on the wrong side of the platform (say Queens bound train instead of Brooklyn bound), you can’t change direction without having to exit the station and paying again, which is insane.
New York is very diverse. The crowd on the train will change every few stops, and you can usually tell if it’s Williamsburg (beards and glasses), Park Slope (families with beards and glasses), Bed-Stuy (guns, kidding, maybe), Bushwick or upper-Manhattan (suits) just by looking at people around you.
North of DeKalb Avenue station you can see a moving cartoon while passing by on a B train.
On a late night
“Oh, look! For 39 hundred dollars you can get a really weird pair of tits”.
“You could travel around Europe for that money!”, I joined in.
“But then you wouldn’t have that weird pair of tits!”
Last stop in
Carroll Gardens, Cobble Hill, Park Slope
If my understanding is correct, most people visiting New York never leave Manhattan. That makes me sad, because New York I love the most is in Brooklyn. It has changed a lot since Miranda from Sex and the City dreaded moving there (“even cabs don’t go to Brooklyn!”) with her family and worried her Manhattan friends won’t come visit. Things are very different today (and even Sarah Jessica Parker admits that).
Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens are awesome. I love brownstones and quite family neighbourhoods.
Brooklyn Farmacy and Soda
Great retro atmosphere, friendly people.
Here I was introduced to a magical concept: pour some soda into a glass, then add an ice-cream ball to it. Probably never would have thought of it myself.
I mentioned earlier it was Halloween
This is roughly what streets in Cobble Hill, Park Slope, Fort Greene and Carroll Gardens look like. I could walk here forever and not get bored.
We continue our stroll down the street and reach a community garden (farm).
Neighbours come here to grow food like tomatoes, cucumbers and kale, make compost and spend some quality time away from their “busy” city. It is free for visitors to enter and look around (as long as there is someone inside and the door is open). Love the idea.
There is even a Museum of Reclaimed Urban Space that does tours on community gardens such as this one.
In one of the gardens, neighbours planted a tree in memory of their friend who passed.
Some complain about Park Slope, this is what I heard from a woman who moved there two years ago with her family:
Everyone here is the same: wife is a designer, husband is an architect. They’ve got two kids, a boy and a girl, both about two years old. Everybody. Drives me crazy!
Retro cinemas are a thing in the US, here is one from Brooklyn Heights and Cobble Hill:
One of the oldest food cooperatives in operation:
The Park Slope Food Coop, located in the heart of the Park Slope section of Brooklyn, New York, was founded in 1973 by a small group of committed neighbors who wanted to make healthy, affordable food available to everyone who wanted it. PSFC has more than 15,500 members, most of whom work once every four weeks in exchange for a
20-40% savings on groceries. Only members may shop at the PSFC, and membership is open to all.
Brooklyn Public Library. Impressive on the outside, less so on the inside (compared to my favourite New York Public Library in Manhattan). But what’s really interesting on this picture is the jewish guy performing a traditional union act, with four types of plants. There’s a little dance involved.
During my two-week stay I’ve witnessed this ritual a couple times around the city and even participated twice myself.
Here is a
Support you gay child ad nearby the Prospect Park.
This concludes the first chapter, but the story continues with even more colors and authentic neighbourhoods in Chapter Two.