rainy day special

This Saturday morning started with a run to the market to find a boon of berries,

How can you resist? I bought five.

and it continued through fabulous French toast at Cafe 202 (that my friend Alice, French toast connoisseur, pointed me to) with my friend Jenne, who has just moved to New York; and we walked the High Line talking about the city in late summer,

discussing what we had left behind us in Miami (Jenne is a writer and begins honing her craft this week at the New School) while we passed stacks of windows,

Windows on the High Line

and celebrated finding a neighborhood bar that matches Jenne’s fabulous hair.

I want Jenne to remember how she felt the first weekend she lived in NY.

Sunday morning began with pancakes full of the market’s wild blueberries that are smaller, more intense, with local raw honey drizzled on top,

pancakes with wild blueberries from market and raw honey from park slope market

and there was a car with three wheels in front of the Chip Shop,

chip shop car

on the way to the Battle of Brooklyn Commemoration at Greenwood Cemetery, where scaffolding adds drama to the entrance (doesn’t this look like a flying pirate ship could emerge? Perhaps I watch a little too much anime.)

scaffolding on the Greenword Cemetery

And I watched the soldiers prepare for the march up the hill after the battle.

Battle of Brooklyn re-enactment

resting

Passing the camera to my friend Kevin, I nodded my head in time to the marching,

and the quiet in another section as the band began to practice,

band practicing

and then led the charge with “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” (listen for what follows that rousing anthem).

Kevin and I both paused at the Sphinx next to Joseph and Mary,

Joseph, Mary, Jesus, and the Sphinx

nursing woman, Joseph, Mary, Jesus, back of sphinx

and felt the image of this older couple was appropriate for the current economic moment.

older folk carrying liberty up Battle Path

And then it was off to another American tradition—that of the lobster roll at the Brooklyn Flea (I found a silvery dress), followed by a nap in the sun as the end of summer spins itself out…

the lobster roll

lobster roll at Brooklyn Flea

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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009, 5:12 pm * Filed in brooklyn, Food, Music. * Tags: , , , , , , , . Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.