July 11, 2016
July 11, 2016 TFW


This weekend was a Brooklyn affair, meeting with new friends, getting reacquainted with (week) old ones and learning that no matter what the temperature during the day if we are going to an outdoor event it will rain.  Note to self for Monday’s outdoor film screening…

Friday night was spent at the lovely BRIC Celebrates Brooklyn Festival, a summer long festival putting on free music events in Prospect Park, often three or four times a week.  For each event the Prospect Park Bandshell gets transformed into a musical hideaway, festooned with fairy lights and filled with folk relaxing, drinking, (some) dancing and generally soaking up the atmosphere.  It’s a very relaxed vibe and a perfect way to unwind after a week at work.  Needless to say, it rained the minute we got there but even though we secured a fairly dry spot under the canopy of some trees we were nevertheless relieved when the rain stopped fairly early on in proceedings!  We were lucky enough to see Birds of Chicago, Martha Redbone and Josh Ritter.  All were fantastic but there was a unanimous view amongst our cohort that Martha Redbone, an American blues and soul singer, was the star of the show.  The evening was finished off at Barbès – a great little bar in South Slope, with low ceilings, a bohemian vibe and a creative clientele that was evocative of its eponymous Parisian neighbourhood.

PparkAfter spending Saturday morning at the Global Strongman Gym in Brooklyn (a great space, which is likely to be my training ground for the rest of the trip) it was time to head into Manhattan.   Manhattan I hear you say, that’s not Brooklyn.  Ti’s true dear readers.  However, and not simply to facilitate the alliterations in the title, we were going to the Brocklyneer in Manhattan (see what I did there).  This was a quick pit stop before heading back to Brooklyn proper but it was a lovely place whose mission is to bring the artisans of Brooklyn to its neighbouring borough.  Located near to the West Village it was exciting to see where my next home would be and to facilitate a quick pit-stop at By Chloe for dinner (sweet potato fries were great, burger less so, but looking forward to going back to try the salads that looked more promising).


ChipsThe rest  of the evening was spent at Berg’n (seriously, if the name didn’t start with a ‘B’ we weren’t going in) which, from the founders of Brooklyn Flea and Smorgasburg, didn’t disappoint.  Not satisfied at stopping as a mere bar, it’s a beer hall no less, a giant space with long sharing tables and food from select Smorgasburg purveyors.  It was another great evening, (with a DOG!!!) meeting new people who welcomed a stranger into their midst and who (like everyone I meet here) were curious to understand exactly how *THAT* vote happened. Your guess is as good as mine people, your guess is as good as mine…

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