One is suddenly overcome with a feeling of deja vu. The sense of perhaps this is a small world after all (not just in the Disney sense).

Hanging about in a charming part of New York called Brooklyn has multiple perks. For one, I get to be charmed. For two, I get to be charmed again. I do love Brooklyn. But there are moments when I am filled with the beautiful sense that this is may be another place.

This is beautiful Brooklyn.






This is beautiful San Francisco.






Any comments on the styling? The colors are lovely on the west coast. I love color, so may be I am a little more partial to that side.

Go figure.

I love NY :) I love seeing this on the streets now and then with some small cafe song playing in my head.