I’ve worked almost the entire summer. All season long: 6 day work weeks, overtime, exhaustion. It’s Wednesday now, but I’m still basking in the glow of last Sunday, when I saw the sun for what felt like the first time.
On Sunday, I slept in, strolled down Second Avenue for coffee, then down to the water front to catch the East River Ferry from midtown to Dunborn. It was the most leisurely option of commute–a well spent $6. 45 minutes on the top deck next to friendly foreigners, and then I was at the Dumbo River Park, walking along until I came across the flea.
The market mostly consists of stalls leading up to, and underneath, the bridge. Lots of vintage clothes, handmade goods, odds & ends. I bought a rose-colored silk skirt before meandering back to Manhattan.
I took the 2 straight into the city, to the village, where I spent the next few hours unwinding at a sidewalk table in front of Caffe Dante for their Negroni happy hour. You can read about that experience on the cocktail blog I co-author here.
Come again soon, my day off each week.