I’ve been meaning to post this for a while, but other events in the past few days proved to be more exciting. New York, or more correctly Williamsburg, Brooklyn where I spent most of my time was this chaotic vibrant place. I was never quite during which exact moment that I had the biggest crush on this part of New York. Each street was covered in graffiti, the snow was packed solid to the point that walking became impossible and sliding inevitable, but somehow it was so alive.
It didn’t hurt that Williamsburg was alive with great little coffee shops, cute little gift shops and more artists, musicians and other artistic type within a square mile.
One of my favourite market was the Artists & Fleas Indoor market that was open every weekend. With the Christmas season they were opened during Thursday and Friday as well and I ended up visiting it more often than was good for my wallet. Nestled in a little warehouse space it housed a number of up and coming designers selling their ware for a fraction of the cost of the price in the upmarket boutiques in Manhattan. The atmosphere was rather like Bust’s craftacular last year and I envied the fact markets such as this were rather common in this part of the world.
It was easy to imagine Brooklyn Tweed wandering around the same streets, sipping coffee in the many coffee shops (serving only organic coffee beans, eggs and whatnot) and visiting the many yarn shops around the area. I think that’s when it clicked in my head that I could quite easily live here some day.
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