September 11 – 13th was a weekend of live music, chaos and fire-dancing, falling fences, mosquitoes, homemade rakia, long skirts, thin-walled tents, witch-trees, glass-drinking, and cultural appreciation.
It was worth the three hour journey of various vehicles, with dollar store pit-stops for plastic belts and lighter fluid, to finally have our terrified cab driver pull into the lot at Floyd Bennett Field. The New York Gypsy Tabor Festival was definitely a weekend we won’t forget (because…we took photos). Thanks Sasho!!
“Morning” & “Breakfast”…
See you next year at the Gypsy Tabor…!