Photo by myself on Bleeker Street, in the Village.
All too often, streets are closed off on the weekends for street fairs.
I'm sure there's a calendar of them somewhere, but all too often you'll be walking or driving and come across one. It's not uncommon to encounter more than one on a given day.
Whenever Mark and I encounter a street fair, one of two things happen: if we're walking, Mark will insist on taking a detour. And then he will mutter 'Not another street fair!'
If Mark is driving, he will let out a string of frustrated expletives and bang his hands on the wheel. 'Not another *@#&!^ street fair!' Then he'll rant on about how they're all the same, and how they're all terrible. (Since nearly all the side streets in New York are one-way, the fairs are a minor hassle when driving).
Well, Mark can be a bit dramatic, but generally he's right. Street fairs in New York are notoriously similar. They all seem to have sausage or fajita booth (how can you not?), and booths selling crepes, fresh fruit or shwarma.
There are booths selling cosmetics at discount prices, and booths selling bonsai plants. Some sell paintings, while others sell hats or sunglasses.
And what if there's a booth selling farm-grown vegetables, fresh cider or plants?
Well that's no street fair, it's a farmer's market, which for some reason are more forgivable!
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