Monday, July 1, 2013
181. And the grass grows in Brooklyn
We took Taco to Prospect Park and let him bound and run. When he got tired, we found some shade and let him rest while we sat around talking and watching all the people playing in the rolling grass.
The weather was perfect with a coolness in the breeze.
Later that afternoon, we rode the train to another part of Brooklyn to meet a friend for dinner.
It was a calm and fabulous way to spend our last day in Brooklyn.