Bridge to somewhere

I've been meaning to walk over the Pulaski Bridge for some time, but after 2 of my 187 Green housemates recently completed this feat, I had a resurgence of interest in doing so. With the 60 degree weather and a break from all this windiness, today was the day. It took only 12 minutes to cross boroughs and at the end I was treated to the smell of Italian food coming from the restaurant on the corner by the 7 train. It seemed a bit early to be cooking, but what do I know. I snapped these photos and felt like a tourist in my own neighborhood.

Approaching bridge:

Mid bridge: