Sleep. Coffee. Write. Plan. Walk. Look. Walk. Look. Walk. Eat. Good day.
The first order of business apparently was to sleep. Too tired to read at 10:00 Sunday night, it was lights out. Alarm went off at 5:30. Well, no. On a regular life day, seven hours of sleep works. On a vacation life day, it's never enough. What's up with that? I woke up again at 7:30 in the Brooklyn brownstone I'm calling home for now.
Coffee from a french press or bialetti were my options. I have every coffee making device one could ask for at home and I'm currently in a french press phase. But this bialetti is the big one and I wanted to try it out. I liked it. Two mugs later, it was time to write a little and plan a lot. I finished yesterday's blog post and set out to plan my day. Pretty chilly out, so no big hurry. Rain in the forecast, but didn't look imminent.
On the list:
South Oxford Street between Layfayette and DeKalb for what is reputed to be some of the most beautiful architecture in Brooklyn. Pratt (Art) Institute to see its entire campus-turned-sculpture-garden. Greenlight Bookstore. Feliz, a shop with handmade artisan wares, which I had to take back off the list since it's not open on Monday. And Dosa Royale for lunch; a good idea until I got there late in the afternoon and saw it too is closed on Monday.
I started by walking several blocks in the wrong direction. GPS is amazing but works better when a) you know which way is north and b) you're watching the little arrow showing you which way you're walking. If you are directionally challenged like I am, turning off the gps to save battery life and using the directions list only is a very, very poor choice.
By the time I got to Pratt Institute, I had achieved my first 10,000 steps and I know this because my watch was very proud of me. I love sculpture gardens and though this one also masquerades as a campus, I loved it. My feet slow down, my camera comes out. Most of the installations had been in place for decades. Here are a few of my favorites:
From here I found South Oxford Street. The architecture as beautiful as these sculptures. The detail in their facades was intricate. The wood and metal seemed both aged and perfect. The concrete steps up to the doors clean and stoops clear of clutter; lovely small city flower gardens. The maintenance seemed a step above the typical, though the typical in this neighborhood enviable. I kept wishing I could follow someone inside and look around any one of them.
Then Green Light bookstore. This bookstore is noted for its carefully curated inventory and unique small press offerings. I don't think I fully appreciate what goes into this kind of bookshop, but I still wandered around in it for 30 minutes.
I realized I was hungry. Dosa was just down the street. But alas, Dosa was closed. I walked home in the just beginning rain. Went back out a bit later for Indian food around the corner. The food was good but I don't think the owner was very impressed with my small order for an early supper. I tipped 40% of my bill to bring the grand total to $14. I'm guessing he still wasn't impressed.
Good night Brooklyn.
Hi, I'm Donna. Long time artisan/creative. Full time work in nonprofit world. Mother of two adult sons. Currently, also mother of two cats.
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