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One of those two entities was formerly the largest hotel in New York City, with 2,632 rooms contained in the full-block complex. The building pictured above is now a college dorm.

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Gazing down

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from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade at an under-construction portion of Brooklyn Bridge Park (that's Pier 3 on the left and Pier 2 on the right), with the southern tip of Manhattan in the background

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The former South Brooklyn Savings Institution

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1963 Chevy Corvair 95 van

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As I was taking this picture, a guy in his 50s or 60s walked by and said, "I think I had sex in a van like that back in high school."

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Luxury church condos

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The church, academy, and rectory buildings here at the former St. Peter's have been converted into 60 "high-end residences". There's even a two-level apartment in the church's bell tower.

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Warren Place

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These town houses were built for workingmen and their families in the late 1870s by Alfred Tredway White ("the great heart and mastermind of Brooklyn's better self"), a philanthropic housing reformer who once wrote:

The badly constructed, unventilated, dark and foul tenement houses of New York, in which our laboring classes are forced to live, are the nurseries of the epidemics which spread with certain destructiveness into the fairest homes; they are the hiding-places of the local banditti; they are the cradles of the insane who fill the asylums and of the paupers who throng the almshouses; in fact, they produce these noxious and unhappy elements of society as surely as the harvest follows the sowing, and, by these, punish the carelessness of those who own no responsibility as keepers of their brethren.
Times change, of course. One of these homes currently on the market is listed for $1.35 million.

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Fiat 500 #4

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They're always red! (Note the right-side steering wheel.)

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A coal chute and an oil line

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Dual boot scrapers

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Not the usual balustrade configuration

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The Tower Buildings

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Like the town houses on Warren Place, this complex was built by Alfred Tredway White in the late 1870s to provide decent accommodations for working-class tenants. Many of these units have recently been converted to condos.

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Old carriage houses

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lining Hicks Street (and featured in this painting by Albert Pucci)

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Portal of the day

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2 Grace Court

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College Place

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This old mews was presumably named for the nearby, and short-lived, Brooklyn Collegiate Institute for Young Ladies.

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Star-studded

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Five-pointed anchor plates

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Love Lane

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Not surprisingly, the street sign for this quiet, two-block-long lane has been stolen. Also not surprisingly, there are multiple opinions about the origin of the street's name. The Daily News, not known for its devotion to fact, claims:

Love Lane takes its name because it was a popular necking area where men would park their carriages in the 1880s before dropping their girlfriends off at the all-girls college around the corner (the Brooklyn Collegiate Institute for Young Ladies was built in 1822 and later became a hotel).
I particularly like the time-travel aspect of this theory: the Brooklyn Collegiate Institute for Young Ladies had been out of existence for decades by the 1880s.

In their book Brooklyn by Name, Leonard Benardo and Jennifer Weiss, whose inaccurate reporting (as channeled through the writing of a Daily News columnist) touched off the Corbin Place controversy, make this assertion:
Two older, unmarried members of the DeBevoise family, John and Robert, adopted young Sarah, the daughter of their housekeeper. She later charmed a wealth of gentlemen callers. According to local folklore, Love Lane comes from the so-called love-lines — initials of Sarah DeBevoise and her suitors — scrawled across the fence near their home.
But the best line of all can be found in Gerard Wolfe's New York: A Guide to the Metropolis: "Love Lane was, as its name implies, a favorite path in Colonial times for young swains to promenade with their maidens fair."

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31 Pineapple Street

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A converted stable built by the Brooklyn Fire Department in the 1880s

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59 Hicks Street

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The sign's still hanging by the door, but the Heights Veterinary Hospital closed last January after more than 50 years in business. Supposedly, this building also served as the architectural office during the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge.

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North

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This is the massive Brooklyn War Memorial in Cadman Plaza. What you see here is one wall of the memorial hall, the interior of which is now closed to the public, its basement used by the city as office and storage space.

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Mayor William Jay Gaynor

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Largely forgotten today, William Jay Gaynor, a former judge who served as the city's mayor from 1910 to 1913, was an incorruptible, brutally sincere, singularly courageous political reformer, not to mention a member of Louis Windmuller's Pedestrians Club, "the most exclusive, distinguished, and enthusiastic walking club in America". Early on in his mayoralty, he was known for commuting exclusively by foot to City Hall from his home in Brooklyn, saying "I walk because I've always walked."

After several months on the job, in August of 1910, he was shot by a disgruntled ex-watchman who had recently been fired from the city's docks, making Gaynor the only mayor of NYC to be wounded in an assassination attempt. He seemingly made a solid recovery — although the bullet stayed lodged in his neck — but then died suddenly a few years later, near the end of his first term, possibly from complications of the shooting (sources vary on this).

In a review of a book about Gaynor by Louis H. Pink (eponym of the Pink Houses), H.L. Mencken had this to say about the man:

Gaynor was that great rarity in American political history: a judge who actually believed in the Bill of Rights. When he sat on the bench in Brooklyn he tried to enforce it to the letter, to the natural scandal of his brethren of the ermine. Scarcely a day went by that he did not denounce the police for their tyrannies. He turned loose hundreds of prisoners, raged and roared from the bench, and wrote thousands of letters on the subject, many of them magnificent expositions of Jeffersonian doctrine. Unfortunately, his strange ideas alarmed the general run of respectable New Yorkers quite as much as they alarmed his fellow judges, and so he was always in hot water. When Tammany, with sardonic humor, made him mayor, he began an heroic but vain effort to give New York decent government. He might as well have tried to make the stockyards of Chicago smell like a field of asphodel. In the end, worn out and embittered by the struggle, he died unlamented, and today political historians scarcely mention him. Yet he was a great political philosopher and a great soul. It is the tragedy of the Republic that such men are so few, and that their efforts, when they appear, go for so little. Gaynor's life was wasted. But was it really? Perhaps some young man will read Mr. Pink's excellent account of him, and come away from it remembering that there is still such a thing as decency, and that even when it fails it is somehow glorious.
If you're interested in learning more about Mayor Gaynor, check out this fascinating collection of his letters and speeches. (He was a "prolific" and "perspicacious" letter writer who "spent a considerable amount of his workdays personally answering his constituents.")

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The old Brooklyn General Post Office

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Across the plaza

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from the old Bridge Street Church

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Generations

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A "fresh flash point in a swiftly changing neighborhood where luxury apartment towers have risen in the last few years" — or maybe not.

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Commodore Barry Park

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Originally known as City Park, this is Brooklyn's oldest park, dating back to 1836. It seems to have been largely neglected by the city for most of the 19th century, however, according to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Here's what the paper had to say about the park over the years:

1845, sarcastically: "We need hardly caution our readers not to linger too long at any one time in the midst of its enchantments."

1869, comparing it to the single-block Carroll Park, on which $19,000 had been spent during the previous year: "City Park is four blocks. If the Park Commissioners ever spent nineteen cents on it, not to say nineteen thousand dollars, the expenditure is not apparent."

1887, after referring to it as a "grotesquely so called pleasure ground": "The City Park is an unfortunate spot. It is not known to have ever contributed to the enjoyment of a single human being, while for most persons a visit to it is extremely depressing."

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United Talmudical Academy

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This building was once part of the Rockwood & Company cocoa and chocolate factory complex. In its prime, Rockwood was America's second-leading manufacturer of chocolate, trailing only Hershey's.

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Soothing paint job

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Aboard this installation

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One of many lingering signs of the long-ago military days at the Brooklyn Navy Yard

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Royal Castle

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Does it live up to its name?

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The Church of St. Luke and St. Matthew, damaged a few months ago by a "suspicious fire"

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Attack Dogs — Stay Back

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reads the sign in the window of the once-genteel 532 Clinton Avenue

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Rubel on Fulton

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From our last visit to a Rubel Coal & Ice building:

The tale of Samuel Rubel exemplifies the classic American rags-to-riches story: Penniless Latvian immigrant arrives on the streets of New York; builds multi-million-dollar coal-and-ice empire from meager beginnings as a door-to-door peddler; proposes to employee, then later breaks off the engagement; she sues him; he has her arrested on charges of forgery and grand larceny; they later get married, have two kids, and live happily ever after.

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448-450 Waverly

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"The only pure Greek Revival buildings in the [Clinton Hill Historic District] are the unusual pair of extremely wide (25 feet) clapboard houses at 448-450 Waverly Avenue, probably erected during the 1840s."

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Park Avenue sunset

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Brooklyn's Park Avenue, that is.