Soon after our final foray into the Weird Art Wilderness of Chelsea we took ourselves, along with some very good bread, two decent bottles each of red and white wine to Putnam Avenue for a party beneath the La Guardia landing approach…

 

…once the babe was abed, that is, bringing together a small but diverse group of characters, unlikely to have otherwise met, in honor of Linda’s last night in Brooklyn [if not, as originally contemplated, the New York iteration of her birthday]

So…that happened.

Hallowe’en morning we did it all again, the trip to Bed Stuy anyway;

But differently; this time Luz and Izel were definitely ready to paaaarty [!]

After an hourlong fifteen minute walk we reached the vicinity of Fort Greene Park; cafes overflowing, dogs in costumes and myriad miniature Brooklynites [skeletons, dinosaurs, lions and aliens from outer space being particularly numerous] as well as several dozen diminutive superheroes darting about way too quickly to document…

… tiny village, this New York.

Mid-afternoon we said our last goodbyes and found a promising subway line – the “B” – towards Bleecker…

But no “B” ever came, so settled for an “R” to Jay and then a zombie-laden “A” to West Fourth, fearing we’d find the avenues already barricaded, but no…

We even managed a belated lunch at Havana, Alma de Cuba, where a mere week ago we’d eaten with Ron and Arlene.

After an even later dinner in and some truly idiotic parade coverage on the telly we went up on the roof to assess the actual situation;

…then ventured out with Ron to walk among the zombies, towering drag queens, anomalous Santas, numerous police authentic, outrageous or otherwise and of course the two million people from New Jersey.

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And so to bed; the bartender seemed to be having a party, but later went away…returning  only briefly to turn on his dog’s TV one last time.

Next; November!