It was this kind of weekend in New York City. The sort of early spring weekend that begs for a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, but fast becomes more of a jostling with angry bicyclists and lollygagging tourists to just get to the other damn side already. Which is to say, we weren’t the only ones who had the brilliant idea of making the 1.13 mile walk from Manhattan to Brooklyn on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Still, in between my passive aggressive glares at said bike Nazis and lollygaggers, a very sweet thing happened on the way to the BK. Continue reading