I didn't realise it was a big deal over here, but in a little corner of Brooklyn there was a grand old street party happening. Lola had invited me along, but annoyingly by the time I got there she'd gone back to Manhattan and chosen not to tell me (!), so I just mooched about on my own for a bit, got myself a beer and a rather tasty baguette with a sausage and frites inside, doused in some spicy, peppery Mary Rose sauce... yum!
They'd blocked off a couple of blocks of the street and had made these petanque pitches...
There was a fantastic band, playing swing music - there was an ever increasing crowd over extrememly well dressed people dancing infront of them... there was such a great atmosphere, everyone was so happy. Some of the people looked fantastic - so dapper!
The tuba player was my favourite... bloody brilliant beard.
Just your average Brooklyn gilouteen knocking around in the middle of the street.
They'd blocked off a couple of blocks of the street and had made these petanque pitches...
There was a fantastic band, playing swing music - there was an ever increasing crowd over extrememly well dressed people dancing infront of them... there was such a great atmosphere, everyone was so happy. Some of the people looked fantastic - so dapper!The tuba player was my favourite... bloody brilliant beard.
Just your average Brooklyn gilouteen knocking around in the middle of the street.
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