We decided since we weren't staying in Manhattan, we should give this side of the East River a try. Luckily it was also a Saturday which meant market day!
We thought we should try walking the area but this turned out to be a stupid idea as for one thing it was 12 kilometres of walking, ONE WAY, and secondly, I was wearing new shoes which I was sure by the end of the day would be filled with blood.
Anyway we set off to have breakfast in Greenpoint, a suburb of Brooklyn just north of Williamsburg. By the time we actually made it there it was closer to lunch so I felt less guilty when breakfast came with a bloody mary.
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| On the way to Greenpoint |
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| 59th Street Bridge |
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| View across to Manhattan |
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| Just in case anyone is looking for one - and you don't even need your spouse to sign! |
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| View from the Polaski Bridge across to Manhattan |
The next stop was the Williamsburg Flea Market. It was a cute little market in an old warehouse full of overly trendy and too cool people. I felt thoroughly out of place in my blue jeans (which I wasn't wearing ironically). By this stage my foot was one giant blister so I made the executive decision to catch the train the rest of the way. Brooklyn Flea Market was amazing. There were so many beautiful pieces of furniture and randomness it was heartbreaking not to be able to buy any of it. We decided to head home purchase-less (except for the maple bacon mini cup cake) and rest up before heading in to the city.
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| View of the Chrysler Building from Williamsburg |
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| Looking across at Manhattan from outside the Flea Market |
That day was also a very important day as it was the Macy's One Day Sale. A momentous occasion. If my mother had been with us she would have gone to the preview day the day before, hidden all the good stuff then run in either really early in the morning or late at night when there were less people. We had hoped that by going in the evening it would a little quieter and since the sale finished at 11pm we thought a 9pm arrival would make things nice and pleasant. We were wrong. It was still kaos. Bags were flying everywhere, shoes were being snatched out of peoples hands, hair was being pulled, floral print satin was being purchased. It was a nightmare. We quickly got in and out and then thought we should check out the lights of Times Square at night.
As it was a Saturday and a lovely warm night, the place was even more crowded than usual. I made Marc take his pictures and soak up the atmosphere as quickly as possibly before shoving him down into a subway station to make our way back to the calm and peaceful LIC.
