A blustery day took the husband and I to Cobble Hill recently, and we gleefully took in the scenery of the charming Brooklyn neighborhood. I was drawn in by whimsical paper creations, veritable mountains of new and used books, and a delicious macchiato. Just look at those book stacks! I could spend hours rifling through these treasures.




Later we each partook in a delicious, ridiculously indulgent burger at Mooburger and an ice cream treat at Van Leeuwen. The subway platforms were echoing with the sounds of a fiddle and a banjo as we waited for our train home. Ah, Brooklyn, I hope you never change.
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