Another day, another trip to Bushwick and another venture into Bed-Stuy and Crown Heights to get to Eastern Parkway. If the map is to be believed, I walked through Weeksville. Weeksville is an old name for a neighborhood settled in the early 19th century, named for James Weeks, an African-American stevedore from Virginia. Old names pop up from time to time as neighborhoods change and people want to differentiate from the recent past by reaching back into history. (I have no problem with this -- but it would explain why many lifelong Brooklynites have no idea where Weeksville is.) There were a lot of pictures on this one if only because of the number of streets I hit. Between the edge of the cemetery and Broadway there are a bunch of small streets, and I took a few of those at once. There was some iconograp...
This wasn't one of my longer walks, but I took quite a few photos. And I could've taken a few more. The route took me from the Nostrand A station to Atlantic Ave, by way of Herkimer Place, to Classon (with a short side trip), then over to Pacific, down to Vanderbilt, over to Bergen, and finally 4th Ave and the Barclays train station. Forty-five minutes, including time for photos and peering into store windows and deciding if I was hungry. Screenshot of Map My Walk app I probably have to thank a student whom I overheard give a colleague of mine directions to get to Downtown Brooklyn from Williamsburg. She insisted that instead of getting the L to 8th Ave (Manhattan) and getting the A there, it would be quicker to take the L to Broadway Junction where the A, which is express, gets you downtown in 3 stops. Now Broadway Junction is a massive connection point, so I wasn't too sure about it. But since I only wanted to go to Nostrand Ave, I gave it a shot. Game...
Another venture into Bushwick and this time venturing into Brownsville as I try to close out my map. The funny thing is that I want to walk in Brooklyn, but I've been pushing into Queens a little because I'm not exactly sure where the boundaries are. This trip was all Brooklyn. The first leg of the journey was up Moffat St and then down Cooper Ave. Once I got onto Rockaway Ave, I found another free little library. Nothing of interest in it, and I didn't have any books to leave behind. I pretty much kept to myself for the length of the walk. There weren't a lot of people around, and of those I passed, no one looked at me funny, but being on a major road, unlike previous walks, made me feel a little exposed. I tried to keep a decent pace. ...
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