The hustle and bustle and bright lights from Times Square shine over 42nd Street and 6th Avenue and beckoned me with a lively welcoming glow.

Today's activity - a last minute half price TKTS ticket to a hot packed and funny Broadway show of Monty Python's Spamalot followed by the ICP International Center of Photography's Archive show where all of Mapplethorpe's black nude collection, The Black Book, is showing convinced me much as I fell in love with Brooklyn yesterday I am not quite ready to give up the high culture and ease of life in New York City quite yet, plus from what I understand I think one is encouraged to be a mother or at least planning to be a mother before one is allowed in to Brooklyn on a permanent basis. Ah well that rules me out at this present moment, especially after my Christmas failed romance fiasco with you know who, the Sandman.

Damn, I almost got through a whole blog post without one mention of that cad's name.

One night later I was back in New York watching the snowflakes in Bryant Park fall over the shining beacon of my favorite building the Empire State Building. The shops were all open and customers were buying things rather than exchanging them for cuddly towelling ducks.

You know maybe New York is not so bad after all ........

Maybe attempting to keep every customer happy no matter what must be done can in fact have dire consequences for the store itself as can be seen in this sad shop window sign.

WE ARE CLOSED FOR BUSINESS FOREVER.

I never saw a sign like that in New York, maybe New York is not so bad after all as at least the shops stay open!

Even the Valentines day shop male dummies look healthy, fit and slim and have a six pack stomach that most New Yorkers would die for , it must be the Japenese twig tree and tofu patties that work such a treat, look at this shop dummy showing off and making the rest of us feel inadequate. Brooklyn superiority knows no limits. His date wears organic sexy cherry lipstick and has this cool calm aloof veneer that takes years of practice for the rest of us.

However I noticed there was no great affection between the pair of them despite the fast approaching romantic holiday that will be with us in a few days time. This leads me to suppose that thankfully not everyone is walking around in state of married bliss here and the shop owner wanted to make the miserable couples feel part of the display as well, most thoughtful, they think of everything here that might affect the well being and happy state of mind for the local customers.

Even the stores are in magnificent old buildings and there is not a skyscraper in sight.

You see I knew it E Bay is redundant, the dry cleaners sell your old clothes for you or the ones you forget to pick up, they think of everything here it is amazing.

You can live in a whole house with ornate architectural features for the price of a cramped studio in Hells Kitchen.

You could probably exchange your red patent Prada high heeled stilettoes that you will not need any more now that you are a fortunate mum for this delightful towelling yellow creature if you asked very nicely.

There are special shops for Women only which have been established for 150 years where lucky women can prepare for motherhood ( a thing which seems to be way more popular in Brooklyn than the East Village ) and can exchange their old clothes or used books for useful items like doll houses and stuffed birds with large orange beaks and they don't need to use E Bay any more.

"Hurry it is freezing out here. Stop admiring the skyline view and snap a bit faster , our guests await us!" admonished the chilly bride in yet another white fur wrap, obviously the rage for Brooklyn February brides.

Brooklyn bridegroom in elegant white tails photographs his lovely bride whilst enjoying the sound of the birds twittering happily due to the huge choice of trees they can hang out in.

The red bridal party enjoy views of the city while breathing in the fresh oxygenated tree infused Brooklyn air far from the fumes of Manhattan.

Brooklyn Bride in white fur wrap. She has the perfect backdrop to her photos.

Manhattan looks and feels like a skyscraper hazy blur miles away on the horizon but it only takes ten minutes to get there.

This is the Brooklyn promenade where you can get married and be photographed if you are lucky enough to find a husband. Notice sadly I am the only one being photographed without a groom on my arm. The local Brooklyn lads must know I live in New York or they would be flocking in my direction.

Trees, pedastels, carved stone lions and Roman Goddesses in this Brooklyn Heights garden, Rome meets Brooklyn.

I never saw a carved lion in any of the east village communal gardens on 6th Stret, being a Leo I am starting to feel very hard done by a general lack of lions and totally deprived of all this natural beauty that abounds only ten minutes away in the F train.

A tree in the shape of a rabbit, a toadstool and an elf in this Brooklyn windowbox! Wittiness and elegance and Alice in Wonderland before you even open the door!

Why stop at mere ordinary mini trees when you can enjoy a minature topiary rabbit version of a tree in your window. This was the neighboring window box to the immaculate mini tree one next door, one up man ship on the Jones if ever I saw it.

Green trees of all shapes and sizes everywhere in Brooklyn !

Look at this Brooklyn window box - immaculate minature trees are in the window as well as the gardens rubbing the noses of New Yorkers even harder in the dirt who have no trees either in their windows or within sight of their doorways.

Typical Brooklyn door. Starched nannies in white linen aprons serve the residents afternoon Japanese twig tea and organic blueberry wheat free scones.

In Brooklyn the hip patrons of dry cleaning establishments use only green products and eat tofu and tempeh and wear hemp and bleached cotton.

After my Brooklyn walk I became an instant convert, so what if it only took me seven years to do a neighborhood tour of the area, but now I see why all the Brooklyn residents are so snooty and superior.

Advantages of Brooklyn I realized on my walk

1 It feels like you are miles and miles away from the city when in fact you are only ten minutes away with the beloved Brooklyn bound F train.
2 There are no tourists
3 There are lots of old buildings called brownstones where you can live in peace and quiet and many of them even have big gardens with trees.
4 You can look at the city and admire the architecture from the water whilst being away from all the noise.
5 There are hundreds of great delicious restaurants and you can get a reservation at 9.30pm on a Saturday night with relative ease.
5 The dry cleaners only accept customers who eat organic food encouraging one to be more ecologically healthy.

"Who do you think you are calling flea bitten, I am a Brooklyn Heights resident if you don't mind. Take that back this instant, you snotty anti doggy princess or I will tell everyone SP stands for Snotty not Scottish Princess."

Wow these little fluffy woofy darlings have excellent hearing despite being so low on the ground.

On Saturday I did a walking tour of Brooklyn as my wee MacSister was in town.

No sooner had I walked five feet along the cobbled streets when a wee white fluffy dog, started barking and begging me to take his photo.

" Put me in the blog I love Doggy Couture, my coat is New York designer black and all fleesey and warm. Thanks to you SP I managed to get my Doggy Date Ladyfriend to buy the more expensive coat as I promised her if it we were to have a worldwide coverage from your blog readership, I needed the best coat or everyone would talk and it worked. SP I owe you. I am a) toasty and b) as well as feeling hot I am hot, you rock." He wuffed.

Aaww, it is moments like this that make being the SP and caring for the community worthwhile, even if it is only the dog community. Ooops I had better delete that last line or those crazy flea bitten muts, sorry those delightful four legged friends, will come running after me.

"Relax look there is the SP and she is pointing her camera at you , if you play nicely she may put you in her doggy blog piece this month. Sam I will take all four pairs of the sneakers just wrap them fast as you know who is getting impatient in here." I overheard coming from the shop.

After all that waiting the poor dog had to do the least I could do was put him in the blog, you can indeed say I am a true lover of animals, showing my SP compassion for their suffering in shoe shops.

Back in a trendy shoe store on Prince St in Nolita which is north of Soho a black and white dog was impatiently pacing anxiously up and down the green bankette and staring out the window.

" Please get a move on you have tried on 20 piars of the exact same Puma sneakers you have at home in your overstuffed closet and that is my friend Waffles the Dog over there and I need a pee please let's go."

This woman was at the LA art show with her Doggy Date who is wearing an S and M collar with bullets in it, I am not sure what that says about their relationship.

I overheard her explaining some of the paintings to her Doggy Date who tried to look politely interested but one could tell he was way more excited about the cafe section of the show and the crumbs on the floor than the paintings.

"Isn't it lunch time yet,' he wuffed " we have seen over 50 paintings and not one of them had a dog in it, I am bored."