Three Cheers for Williamsburg, New York. Hip(ster), Hip(ster) Hooray!

Williamsburg Street Art

Shhhh…. Billysburg is ‘a bit’ of a secret

Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

I should say that until about three years ago I had never been to NYC. God forbid! I’ve now been four times in reasonably rapid succession and love the place. So it’s not as if I don’t like Manhattan – I’m enamoured by it! Particularly the Meatpacking District, Chelsea and the Village. But chances are you don’t know so much about Williamsburg, as I didn’t my first couple of trips, across in Brooklyn. That’s what this post and pics are about.

Billysburg.

Known to the locals as Billysburg it’s a suburb so cutting edge you could trim your Hipster beard on it. It’s the yin to Midtowns yang. Replace out the crush of tourists, power-walking business suits, skyscrapers and gridlocked traffic with low-rise & low-key, cafe lattes and beanies.

Bedford Ave

Bedford Av

Billysburg is a place to meander, explore and unearth. It doesn’t offer icons but should be a mecca for those with a creative leaning. The main thoroughfare Bedford Avenue provides an eclectic mix of bars, eateries and fashion stores and it’s fun to venture off-piste into the side-streets where art galleries and renowned street art await. It’s a sum-of-the-parts kind of suburb.

Under-cided?

If the images in this post appeal to you hop on the L Train, head under the East River to Brooklyn, jump off at Bedford Av station and go check it out. You’ll probably either love it or hate it. I don’t think there’s much in between. If you can go on a Sunday (spring – fall) there’s a good market right on the waterfront very worth a look. Details of the Williamsburg Market here. One of the best reasons to visit is the view back across to Manhattan actually.

Some pics below to help you reconnoitre in advance.

About Saxon

I'm passionate about travelling, music, photography, blogging, 'Social Anthropology' (the posh term for people-watching) and creating content. I travel to learn and observe to understand. My dream day would look something like this.... A bottle of red (or two), fresh baguette (or two) & wedge of Camembert (or two), a balmy Paris September eve spent people-watching in fine company on the banks of the Canal St Martin.

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