On The Slope

I’ve got nothing of great import to say, but I do have time, and I had a good day in Park Slope, so that’s as good a jumping off point as any where else.

I love Park Slope. Let’s just lay that right out there. I think living here is one of the few right decisions I ever made. I don’t think it is perfect, but nothing is, and I can see past it’s flaws and that’s not always so easy to do. So, I couldn’t be any more biased.

If you’ve never been here, Park Slope is this beautiful Brooklyn neighborhood, within easy distance of Manhattan, but with more than enough going on that you never ever really have to leave. It’s got Prospect Park on one side of it, the designer also created Central Park and it’s said that he felt Prospect was the park he got right. Prospect Park is a treasure.

It’s the park that really separates it from other Brownstone Brooklyn neighborhoods such as Brooklyn Heights or Carroll Gardens. If you live here, and you’re at all inclined, the park becomes your backyard. Between running and walking the dog, most of the year not a day passes by that I’m not there.

And in the summer, Prospect Park, in the best tradition of New York City Parks welcomes the arts, welcomes Celebrate Brooklyn, The NY Philharmonic, and the Metropolitan Opera. Manhattanites take note, in Brooklyn you can actually hear the performances of the latter.

The streets are lined with brownstones, bluestones, and other classics of NYC architecture. The streets are beautiful, the housing stock is beautiful. I’m not an expert on this type of thing to be quite honest. Two of the main avenues are composed in part of fabulous turn of the century mansions.

I’m losing my head of steam here, so I’ll let this go for now. To Be Continued…