(Faux Jazz Agers on Governors' Island.)Well, one might think that we'd have spent our first day in Brooklyn moving things in and generally getting settled. However, one would be wrong, as we had bigger fish to fry: the long-awaited, anxiously anticipated, &tc &tc, Governors' Island picnic!
Governors' Island is a strange anomaly in the New York City area: it doesn't have that many people on it. Indeed it is possible to find yourself, on a sunny weekend afternoon, ENTIRELY ALONE IN A PUBLIC PLACE. Believe you me, this is noteworthy. The island is also notable for being a former army garrison/fort/stronghold type place, for looking rather like it's somewhere in South Carolina, and best of all, for being only a free ferry ride away from Lower Manhattan. (You board the ferry from a green building beside the Staten Island ferry on the bottom tip of Manhattan.)
The day of our picnic was also, unbeknownst to us, a "Jazz Age" Day. This meant not only that there was a jazz band serenading us for the length of our picnic, and that there were free Charleston lessons, but also that we were inexplicably surrounded by large clumps of people dressed in period costume. Frocks. Striped suits. And oh, the hats. See above.
As for the picnic, we ate, we chattered, we frisbeed and strolled and giggled and snoozed. It was a lovely time. Then we went back to Brooklyn and packed things into cars and carried heavy things up narrow flights of stairs. But, picnic!
Governors' Island is a strange anomaly in the New York City area: it doesn't have that many people on it. Indeed it is possible to find yourself, on a sunny weekend afternoon, ENTIRELY ALONE IN A PUBLIC PLACE. Believe you me, this is noteworthy. The island is also notable for being a former army garrison/fort/stronghold type place, for looking rather like it's somewhere in South Carolina, and best of all, for being only a free ferry ride away from Lower Manhattan. (You board the ferry from a green building beside the Staten Island ferry on the bottom tip of Manhattan.)
The day of our picnic was also, unbeknownst to us, a "Jazz Age" Day. This meant not only that there was a jazz band serenading us for the length of our picnic, and that there were free Charleston lessons, but also that we were inexplicably surrounded by large clumps of people dressed in period costume. Frocks. Striped suits. And oh, the hats. See above.
As for the picnic, we ate, we chattered, we frisbeed and strolled and giggled and snoozed. It was a lovely time. Then we went back to Brooklyn and packed things into cars and carried heavy things up narrow flights of stairs. But, picnic!
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