Welcome to Brooklyn. Now stay.

[eleanor]

Once you cross the East River, you’ve entered Terra Incognita. Here be dragons, real bagels, and feral Quakers. Here also is a minor Brigadoon in Brooklyn, sans the Lerner and Loewe score. My neighborhood is lost in time, primarily built in the 1930s and 1940s, with little, if any changes, and people tend to stay here; there is little reason to

Comments

[nickelchief]

Nicely said ... but now you've gone and made me ache for New York again. In my dreams I am a parrot on your shoulder.

[sun_set_bravely]

Heh, I just commented something similar without reading your comment. We can pine for New York together, across the wide distances!

[eleanor]

Mind you, this is Brooklyn in general and Marine Park in particular through my eyes, which is always a slightly skewed vision.

[lolliejean]

It looks wonderful and cozy! I'm glad you like it!

[eleanor]

I think that cozy is a good word for this neighborhood.

[elainegrey]

Your comment of feral Quakers made me think of this blogger - - http://plaininthecity.blogspot.com/ -- feral parrots sound wonderful, too.

[eleanor]

With the enormous religious and cultural diversity of this area, which looks like it would be completely homogenous, I'm not sure if my version of feral Quakers would blend right in or be the only possible thing that could stand out!

BTW, the 15th Street meeting referred to in that blog is one I attended when I lived in lower Manhattan, although I've also attended the Brooklyn meeting, was contemplating the possible bus routes that would go there directly.

[sun_set_bravely]

Well damn, woman. This is so well written that it makes me miss Brooklyn intensely.

[eleanor]

Thanks you!

[steelbrassnwood]

Once you cross the East River, you’ve entered Terra Incognita.

Which is why I'm glad I don't have to go to Manhattan every day anymore. Welcome back home. We're happy to have you!

[eleanor]

Thanks, and thanks for your efforts, which helped to make it possible!