It's - well, it's Flatbush. Brooklyn. Not much more to say. A combination of Flatbush, Ocean Avenue, and various side streets to take me south to DiFara's. Dense, bustling on some streets, with various business typical of the not-so-rich parts of the boroughs and large apartment buildings; quiet, beautiful old Victorian houses on others, dirty light industrial areas on other thoroughfares. While this might seem a bit of a conflicted neighborhood, the general feeling of comfortable shabbiness holds it all together. It's Flatbush. Neighborhood gets less Caribbean and more orthodox Jewish further south, but there's always at least little pockets of everybody. The area around the Newkirk Avenue Q-stop pretty much is the neighborhood is microcosm. I hit DiFara's to discover they've raised their prices and the line is out the door. Forget it. Unfortunately it's Saturday. That means nothing else is open in this neighborhood. I continue on South, finding an interesting little Turkish area down Coney Island Avenue and King's Highway where I grab a bite. I feel nice, comfortable, relaxed, at home the whole walk. It's Flatbush.