Buying fruit and veg in Mott street. Notice my trusty steed (Marie's bicycle) in the foreground. For some reason all plastic bags in chinatown are red - they're a dead give-away about where you've been shopping...
Cycling home from work:
.... first to Mott street in Chinatown to buy some fruit &veg (a third of the price), surrounded by stinky fish stalls and other exotic smells.....accumulating loads of red plastic bags of produce ....conveniently dumped into my front bicycle basket........then zig zag through the rush hour traffic to Brooklyn bridge, ...........slowly making my way up the hill...snacking on cherries as I go......my thighs in top gear.....then it levels out and I'm dodging the fast-moving pedestrians and unpredicatable tourists (who step back without looking to get that classic B.Bridge photo).....and prrrrttttt all the way down the hill to the bottom.
Now I'm on some big boulevards going through downtown Brooklyn, heading south, and finally I can duck s-east into the quiet streets of Boerum Hill ......look there's that funny house again with the mirror mosaic facade ...up leafy one way streets.......and across some busy avenues 3rd, 4th....into Union street, past the Food Co-op to pick up the cell phone charger I'd left at Adriana's by mistake......and onto 7th avenue. Finally a quick stop at Key supermarket to buy some beers, where I overheard the following snippets of conversation between two guys talking about their baby's feeding regime: (in serious tone) "yeah - we're moving onto solids now"...(organic only, I presume) ....."the doctor said.......my wife is now only breastfeeding for 20 mins".......etc etc. and I chuckle because it is oh so Park slope.......the land of whole food, organic shops, young couples with babies, lesbians, play parks, guys who are seriously involved in raising their kids, and probably the highest recycling rate in NY.