Williamsburg Wednesday.

Bedford Street.

Friend Amy, the fearless & trusty navigator. 

Brunch @ Fabiane's.

More whipped cream, please.

Catbird. Favorite, favorite shop. 

Bright & beautiful, & full of all sorts of pretty things. 

Favorite.

Wall art. 

Biggest. (Consignment) Store. Ever. Thankfully arranged by color. 

Bicycle. 

Lots of bicycles. 

Family bicycles. 

There is a special place in my heart for really good graffiti. 

Maybe I'll re-name it Wonderful Williamsburg Wednesday*. Why? 

A) Williamsburg is wonderful. 

B) It was approximately 65 degrees outside on Wednesday, when I was in Williamsburg, & I was wearing a tshirt. 

(*The morning did sort of start out not-so-wonderfully. Per the dead body previously referenced, we saw one while walking down 89th street on the way to the subway, laying on a stretcher in the middle of the road - in the bright sunlight. You just couldn't miss it. We saw the paramedics & ambulance from afar, & soon realized that the person on the stretcher, uncovered, was in fact dead. Quite dead actually - very, very pale - & very, very old. The paramedics saw us a few moments too late, & covered up the body with a sheet. But not before we got a really close look. The end.)

Back to Williamsburg being wonderful. It really is. It's hipster in contrast to Park Slope's more high end & residential feel. Bedford Street is so fun to wander, full of small shops &  (often inexpensive) restaurants. We didn't pick a spot to eat ahead of time, but were lucky to stumble upon Fabiane's. The waiters were friendly, the food was fantastic, & I'm pretty sure it cost less than the number of toes on my two feet. We found a vegan ice cream shop, a muffin counter that sold fresh homemade lemonade, & more Thai restaurants than we knew what to do with. 

I forgot to mention that everyone was riding a bike. There were bikes everywhere, & it made me feel like I was in Oxford all over again. Charming. 

Other Williamsburg favorites: 

Shoe Market

Hipsters pushing strollers everywhere

Lots of wall art & beautiful graffiti

Friendly shop keepers 

Relaxed people walking at a pace much slower than Manhattan-ites 

The Costco-sized Beacon's Closet (if passionate enough about vintage, you could devote hours.)

Did I mention I loved Williamsburg? I did, & I must go back, although this time I'll make sure to ride my bike there, while wearing my skinny jeans, big glasses & vintage tunic so that I blend in a little bit more.