New York’s Brooklyn

One of my daughters raved about New York but it was never a place I wanted to visit. I’d rather be surrounded by trees than high-rise. But when she suggested we meet up there for the Remembrance Day, long weekend, I was soon on a flight that crossed the continent.

We hung out in Brooklyn for a day which appeared other worldly with an overload of Jewish men in traditional garb, posters in Hebrew and even buses with Hebrew calligraphy along the side.

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