So near and yet so far. Growing up in Brooklyn Heights, you grow up in a cliff above part of the Brooklyn Waterfront.
I remember when there ware working piers. I remember the New York Times listed ship sailings. We watched many ships in the harbor during my youth.
Now we walking down Joralemon Street toward Furman Street and where the piers were. Growing up, the hill on Joralemon had boarded up houses that derelicts lived in. I remember with some kids stealing old furniture from them, they were planning to burn for cooking and heat.
Now, vast crowds were walking down there with us. Every Sunday, food vendors show up for what is called Smorgasburg.
We had a large breakfast, so we didn’t eat at the event, though there looked to be such good different types of food. We stayed for a while, I took a picture of the apartment building I grew up in above the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway that my Mom still lives in. I will have those pictures eventually, and will repost this with picutres.
Later, we went back down to another part of the docks. Down at the end of Fulton Street, for a concert. It is on a barge and called Bargemusic.
This is not a new idea. Click on Handel’s Water Music for a story about music on a barge three centuries ago. So I got to be on a barge.
It’s not a large venue, but interesting. If you are sensitive, the barge does bob and you can get seasick.
How many concerts can you attend, where you can actually have conversations with the orchestra? Not many.
The music was Handel, Mendelssohn and Vivaldi. I got lost in the music, sometimes glancing out the barge window to watch the street scene on the dock and at the sound equipment. (The latter is the fault of my rent paying job :) ). How many concerts can you attend, where you can see the masts from the old sailing ships at the South Street Seaport across the East River from the barge.
Then, it was a Brooklyn Heights restaurant favorite Teresa’s. A Polish restaurant with a waitress from Kazakhstan. She knew some Polish. I once met an ethnic Pole, who grew up in Kazakhstan.
The food, as per usual was excellent. A long fun day with a lot of walking and all sorts of activity in the general area I grew up in.