*Will add more pictures when I get them uploaded. Sorry!
Monday we got up early to take Shayna to this fancy camera store called B&H Camera on the (Lower East Side). It was an incredible place if you were a photographer. Basically, it was a department store for photography. Something like three floors, stacked wall to wall with photography equipment, cameras, audio equipment, camera bags, lens, and anything else even remotely related to the art of capturing the moment, on film and digitally. Shayna made a well-thought out purchase of a very nice macro-lens and a lens cover. (I’m actually not totally sure what the camera stuff is, but it was very nice and fancy, I can tell you that).
AND all the camera stuff came down on a conveyor belt! No joke—you chose what you wanted, you got a receipt with the barcode on it, and when you went down to the cash register, your items would come into the storage area behind the cashier on a conveyor belt. So cool!! I should also mention that we think the company is Jewish/owned by Jews. Here is our evidence: most of the workers there wore Kippot, it closes early on Friday and even earlier on Fridays in the winter, it’s closed on Saturday (Shabbos), and the owner’s name is Samuel Goldstein. Just a hunch.
Monday we got up early to take Shayna to this fancy camera store called B&H Camera on the (Lower East Side). It was an incredible place if you were a photographer. Basically, it was a department store for photography. Something like three floors, stacked wall to wall with photography equipment, cameras, audio equipment, camera bags, lens, and anything else even remotely related to the art of capturing the moment, on film and digitally. Shayna made a well-thought out purchase of a very nice macro-lens and a lens cover. (I’m actually not totally sure what the camera stuff is, but it was very nice and fancy, I can tell you that).
AND all the camera stuff came down on a conveyor belt! No joke—you chose what you wanted, you got a receipt with the barcode on it, and when you went down to the cash register, your items would come into the storage area behind the cashier on a conveyor belt. So cool!! I should also mention that we think the company is Jewish/owned by Jews. Here is our evidence: most of the workers there wore Kippot, it closes early on Friday and even earlier on Fridays in the winter, it’s closed on Saturday (Shabbos), and the owner’s name is Samuel Goldstein. Just a hunch.
We
then made our way to Brooklyn by subway and met up with someone named Becca from
AJWS who Shayna and Ima had met on their trip to Senegal. She very graciously
took us through Brooklyn, giving us a nice tour of a beautiful area. Needless
to say, a lot of walking. I crashed about an hour before we were planning on
getting back in a taxi/finishing the day. The heat was unbearable, it was
humid, I was sweaty and sticky, and we had been walking for about ten miles.
Also, we walked a mile out of our way to go to a yarn store I thought I had a
coupon for that I later learned had expired. So that was a bummer.
But me, being
the resilient person that I am, pulled it together with some lemonade and an
Italian ice. Not to toot my own horn or anything (but toot toot!).
After we
walked across the Brooklyn bridge, took too many photos, and finally got in a
cab, it was time for dinner with my mom’s brother and sister-in-law, along with
her cousin (my second cousin), and his four year old daughter, Beatrice (not
sure how she’s related, but she is just the cutest thing!) It was a nice
dinner—I was wiped out, accidently ate the appetizers as my main course, and
slept through half of it, but still, a wonderful dinner. Finally, FINALLY we
made it back to our hotel (by subway—we are experts on the public transit
system by now), and slept: a deep and restful sleep.
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