In Red Hook in Brooklyn, there is a tiny park and a pier where you can look at the manhattan skyline and the Statue of Liberty, and children who look like they may never leave the neighborhood learn to kayak.
Despite the warning signs about the dangers of eating the fish and eels from the river, people fish off the pier. We met a man from Tennessee with a fish knife covered with gore.
“Caught a four foot eel last week.”
“What did you do?”
“Cut the line. Don’t have my guns with me.”
It was a blissful day just wandering around.
Key lime pie kiosks and artisanal bourbon and chocolate makers and handcrafted bags and babies everywhere.
And flowers in the street reaching up.