One version of the morning routine sent us to the Promenade, Fulton Landing and Brooklyn Bridge Park. Over the course of an hour, we never encountered another soul. The misanthrope in me now knows the perfect time to visit these places. Very serene. Half an hour later, I collapsed. The next day, we returned to the Promenade:
Brooklyn Promenade: 11/17, approx. 5:30am
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Brooklyn Promenade: 11/17, approx. 5:30am
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Promenade pavers
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A sidenote: this fantastic blog post pretty much sums up our two weeks after DST.
Oh my goodness, you guys got a dog? What kind? Our cat's schedule was all out of wack due to DST. For the first week she was crawling all over us starting at 4:00am. She's finally adjusted!
ReplyDeleteYep. Kind of a Heinz 57. We're pretty sure she's part German Shepherd. Beyond that, we have no clue. Good to know you can identify. Maybe next year, it will only take Blue a week to adjust... wishful thinking?
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