I know that Greenwood Cemetery is *technically* not in Park Slope. I know this. But when I first moved to Brooklyn I lived on 27th street and 5th avenue -- a place that the broker described as "the southern tip of Park Slope." So for a year I thought that me, the cemetery and everyone buried inside of it was in fact part of the beloved Brownstone Bugaboo nabe that the likes of Steve Buscemi and John Turturro called home.
Last Wednesday, my boyfriend and I took advantage of the beautiful 65 degree day and wandered south down 7th ave. When we hit 23rd street, we walked the perimeter of the cemetery -- down the avenues and across the number streets, until reaching the main entrance at 25th street and 5th ave. Once inside, we were greeted LOUDLY by the giant, wild parrots that live at the very top of the main entrance gate.