Keith and I walked around the corner to the clock tower.
Brooklyn Flea has moved indoors for the winter months.
A lot of good stuff going on.
I was more interested in the building than the items looking for homes.
A bit overwhelming when you are nursing an ever so slight hangover with a Scottish twist.
The food vendors are laid out downstairs, behind the infamous vault.
And what did I leave with?
Keith and I made bread.
16 loaves of bread.
To be placed on these tables.
To celebrate the birthday of one Robbie Burns.
The bread was broken.
The haggis was piped in by our lovely hosts, Laddie Doug and Lassie Nicole.
We ate stews and bean pies.
Ate until we were good and full.
The cogs in the machine that made everything possible.
Friends abound.
There were readings.
And toasts.
And songs.
And finally, lassies dancing
and drinking whiskey straight from the bottle...
And then we walked home under the full moon.
Keith has ideas... 
Meet Vivian Maier. 
