Barbecues in Prospect Park

The Park swells in the summertime.  Family groups of all sizes squeezing into a little bit of space, ethnic garb of every description and color: yarmukes, hijabs, baseball caps- grills, nets, blankets, coolers, chairs, frisbees, baseball; one party bleeding into another, seemingly.  Drums and music and small children streaming in and out.  Bikes racing around.  A pulsing mass of Brooklyn on a weened respite.  Food trucks swarmed around the entrances.  The farmer's market on the north end entrance.