It was an uncannily perfect Brooklyn Sunday. First, we caught a Buster Keaton silent, with brilliant live piano accompaniment, at the Dweck Center of the Brooklyn Public Library at Grand Army Plaza. Then, blinking in daylight, I walked home through Prospect Park. From the Lincoln Road entrance over to the Peristyle on Parkside Avenue, spring was absurdly well-sprung, starting with a pond-sized swath of violets.
As I headed for home, more delightful "diversity on steroids":
Park Slope may get this year's silly "best neighborhood" award, but my end of the park is much cooler.