In April I spent a week in Sunset Park, a Brooklyn neighborhood and the title of a Paul Auster novel. I walked around the city's namesake park, where you can see kissing couples obstructing the jagged faraway profile of Manhattan. There are also groups of men playing card games, hands in their pockets, speaking tense, rapid Chinese. Sunset Park was once called "Brooklyn's Little Latin America" and has a wealth of Catholic figurines placed outside of sloping brownstones, a beautiful sight on a Spring afternoon.
Sketches of Sunset Park, Brooklyn