I suggested we go to Brooklyn to check out what Hula Sister Faune Yerby (you should go check her stuff out on etsy) was offering at the craft fair there. So off we went on the A train to DUMBO.
“Darn! I should’ve gone to the bathroom before we left!” says my darling daughter as we get off the train at High Street. “And I’m hungry. Can we just move along?” she prods me as I pause to take a picture.
“But darling,” I say to her, muffling my laughter, “You have to suffer for my Art!” Yes, sometimes I think I’m a real comedian. At least I make myself laugh!
Anyway, we walked down to the Empire Fulton Ferry section of Brooklyn Bridge Park and voilà: rest rooms! There were three little girls ahead of my little girl, so I left her to wait it out while I snapped my photos with abandon!
It’d been a while since my last visit, and the first thing I noticed was the glass-encased carousel between the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge. It looked like a jewelry box with the promise all kinds of sparkly trinkets inside!
As I walked closer, I remembered that we had just passed a whole section on Water Street that was under construction. There used to be artists’ studios and experimental theaters there…and the carousel used to be there, too! Everything has been moved to other locations in the neighborhood and the carousel certainly got the best spot!
It’s now called Jane’s Carousel and was lovingly restored by artist Jane Walentas over a period of about twenty years. The horses seem to prance about the platform spiritedly, displaying their refurbished finery. It is GORGEOUS! Of course, my darling daughter had to have a ride. She reported that it was unexpectedly beautiful to be riding a carousel, on the waterfront, with stunning views of the bridges and Manhattan. Well worth the two bucks for the ticket!
We did make it to the craft fair, and while I chatted with my Hula Sister, my daughter determined that there was nothing there she thought her friends would enjoy. So off we went in search of sustenance. Having taken care of the “I’m gonna spill inside!” problem, it was now time to solve the “Feed me!” problem!
While there are a number of interesting eateries in this area, that’s not my kid’s schtick. She was excited to see the bagel shop, since we don’t get good bagels in Harlem, but they were out of sesame bagels and nothing else would do. So we went over to Front Street Pizza, which has been there forever, and each had a slice. Taking pictures of the duded up windows, I noticed an independent book store across the street. Not many of them left.
At the bookstore, she was able to find suitable gifts for her friends and we made our way back to the subway haltingly…yes, more pictures!
I like spending time with my daughter. Who cares about presents under a tree when we’re walking along together, having fun?