Post Hipster Takeover

June has included, for me, several visits to Williamsburg, Brooklyn- where hipsters dwell and bike and chat by with their mustache faces.

But, even if they all wear stinky deodorant (or whatever my co-workers rant about these ‘down to earth’ people) their gentrification of Williamsburg has formed a very interesting little sub-town.

You see, once upon a time Williamsburg used to be the ‘ghetto’ or something like that.  And.  It’s still full of great graffiti and under-developed parks and the like.  But now it also has places to eat with funny names like “Pies-n-Thighs” and, well, more graffiti.  It also is separated by the Williamsburg Bridge to the villages in Manhattan.  So convenient.

So. I went with a friend to Pies-n-Thighs.  We walked around and enjoyed the general randomness that gentrification brings.  And had fun.

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Then I went again.  After crepes in the village.  We were celebrating my roomie’s completion of the school year (yay Erleen for surviving!) and instead of going home we decided to find a place with a view.


We started by walking the bridge.


It doesn’t really have a view.


Although it’s interesting in its own right.


{Unexplained lines taunted Erleen for miles— errr- feet}


{There’s a perfect place for everything I guess??}


{So much graffiti. Lots of things for literate people to do on this bridge.  But.  It was mostly just people’s names. Not that cool or anything.}

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The quest for a view continued as we wove through Williamsburg and found our way to a tiny pier full of almost exclusively Jewish women.  Regardless of the sideways glancing, it was a spectacular sunset viewing local.

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{Me and Erleen.  She survived her 10th year of teaching the rugrats of Brooklyn. She’s happy to be alive and I’m happy she can stay out late and not grade homework. Also. I’m happy we’re friends.}


And the sun set on the city that never sleeps as we walked home.



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