On weekends we love to take the NY Ferry to Atlantic Avenue and explore parts of Brooklyn you don’t really see unless you live there.
We get off at Pier 6/Atlantic Avenue by the Brooklyn Bridge Park. Quickly head away from the water and all the tourists and walk up Congress Street to Henry, where we make a right just to be able to enjoy a little street called Verandah Place. If I ever moved from where we live now, I would love to move here, just because of the pretty address and the beautiful little park there: Cobble Hill Park.
Last time we went, we stumbled on a wine-bar called JUNE, and how could you not love a place with a name like that too. It’s a few blocks away from Verandah Place on Court by Baltic street. JUNE was really empty when we passed by. We thought they were closed until we realized they had a magic little garden in the back.
We had a couple of glasses of a great natural wine and cheese with rhubarb jam and marinated olives from their day-menu. Now we want to go back and try their evening menu. Very soon.
A little whisper here about Spes – Natural wine bar and Italian food. All women owned and the chef is a lady from Naples. We love it. We ate here twice now and both times we ended up having lengthy conversations about our longing for Italy. The owners and manager are very young Italian women from the Venice area and, as I mentioned, the chef is from Naples. Last night she came out and gave us recommendations for restaurants in Naples !!! so … we are dreaming of travelling again – post pandemic. But this place makes us feel like life post pandemic is possible. 413 East 12th street.
It happened from one day to another.
March 8th I was doing a fitting for a job that never happened.
I was having dinner at Piggyback on March 9th.
March 12th I was playing a “wealthy party-guest” on my last film-set.
And on March 15th the city closed down.
Since then I have friends and acquaintances that died and friends that have been hospitalized. Too emotional to mention here. I will always miss the ones who passed and am eternally grateful for those to managed to get through. This virus is pest.
I would just like to share some moments from my locked-in life in New York this spring and summer in the next blog-posts.
First the ambulances and the birds. The sirens were constant in March and April… Every minute…no other sounds of life from outside or apartment…just the sirens….
And then we noticed the birds.
So I wrote a short poem to go with the enclosed sunrise video from early spring 2020.
Birds and ambulances.
Beauty and sadness,
I view the city from above
listening to dawn,
a tropical forest
by an emergency room.
And I wonder,
does the Mocking Bird
try to sound like the sirens now…
Hey there. I was gone for over a year from this blogg. Maybe I needed time to figure out what it was I wanted to write about. I started out wanting to write poetic contemplations on my New York existence: like the bums on my block (there are several regulars), the music still played in my neighborhood bars, the Russian more-than-middle-aged men trying to pick me up on Brighton Beach, the love of food from everywhere – the simple everyday pleasure of walking around in the city of New York that refuses to be anything than the big melting pot it’s been forever. New York City makes it a promise to protect the people that make the city work. Therefor I love this city.
So I am back. Writing about what I see and think about. And for today – I am starting with Huerta – our own neighborhood Basque restaurant. I am going there in two hours with my friend from Rome and my husband who is half Estonian and half Swedish. eating Basque tapas. And tomorrow it might be northwestern Chinese. All within a short stroll from my apartment. That is one of the reasons why I love New York my friends.
So I will continue with just these type of short contemplations on my life. See you!