On Sunday we took the subway to Long Island City and walked across the Pulaski Bridge into the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn. Its desolate industrial buildings have been re-zoned and are now blending into adjacent Williamsburg where swarm the skinny kids with jet black hair and walking cell phone addictions and parents who pay the ratcheted cost of their condos. Their voices drove me nuts, but the frequent sound of spoken Polish was a soothing reminder of what Greenpoint had been, and still is slightly. We walked past McCarren Park, and, at a cafe called Sweetwater, I had a decadent dessert that combined a warm dense chocolate cake with dolce de leche and banana. At the Brazil Coffee Shop in Long Island City, I had a deliriously moist cappuchino muffin. These parts of Brooklyn are a kaleidoscope. This one collage samples just a bit of it and really needs a larger format to help you rummage through it, but your click will help a bit.