The rest of the wine glass–and the refill after that were consumed while I enjoyed the sunshine and the “buskers” who were trying to entice passersby to head inside. The spot was perfect for people watching, music listening, wine drinking, and sunbathing (I mean–with my clothes on as I leaned against the banister wall of the church–nothing scandalous). It was a great day to be alive. But, I knew that I didn’t want to spend the day just sitting around and drinking. I mean I did, but I figured I should start making my way back to Manhattan–and find a place with a view and some coffee on the way.
All in all, I would say that I definitely enjoyed my day at the Brooklyn Folk Festival. As a West Harlem resident, however, it’s not very likely that I would make a point to return unless I had folk fan friends or family in town. I would definitely suggest it for people who live in Brooklyn, and especially those who have kids. I would also recommend that you bring cash for the food and drinks. I doubt that most people who were there were thinking much about the food when they ordered it, but I’m sure that it made an impression when they had it. I look forward to seeing the vendors out in the world, and I hope that everyone involved continues to see success. And if I ever do find myself out there again, I definitely hope that it’s for the flapjacks social and banjo-throwing contest!
