Another Brooklyn tour: heading north from Cobble Hill, again, this time to Clinton Hill, near the Pratt Institute. Not to apartment-hunt, as it happened, but for a garden appointment. But it gave me the opportunity to reconnoiter another neighbourhood I hardly know.
If we found a place here I'd be happy, though I've seen very few available.
Parts of the neighbourhood are stately, with ragged pockets scattered inbetween. There is a mix of anonymous brown brick public housing and wide-sidewalked, beautifully-boned homes. There are old trees.
If I could have that terrace up there? Heaven. And the lumpy begonias would be gone before you could say fish fertilizer.
Or that one...
There was a lot of beautiful colour and texture.
There were apple tees. [Hang on...those may be quinces - what do you think?]
Forests of Japanese knotweed.
And, thanks to Pratt, art, and gardens.
And yes, Clinton Hill is a hill. All of 95 feet above sea level.