Fordham’s Grand Concourse buzzed last night with the Bronx’s Street Fair, waking NYC’s spring. Vendor Lena Carter slung kettle corn as 1,000 shopped, a $5 snack fest for all. It’s borough bustle—free entry, pure BX vibe. A kid nabbed a toy; a pro bagged fries. ‘Bronx hums—this is it,’ Carter says, popping kernels. The blocks turned carnival.
The fair’s fresh—March 24’s kickoff, it doubled since RSVPs, packing curbs by noon. Carter’s a Pelham Bay hawker; last night’s crowd hit max—cash flew. A game booth sparked cheers; music blared—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—streets ruled. #BronxFair trended; Queens wants a stall.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a resident, dodging noise. Trash piled—cans rolled; swept slow. A rival’s pitching a Soundview bash, splitting booths. Still, 2,000 stayed—fun reigned. Fordham’s never popped so bold.
Carter’s teasing a spring encore, maybe a park if sales bite. ‘NYC’s streets—this fills ‘em,’ she says, bagging corn. The fair’s a Bronx win—grit meets glee. It’s a street blast; catch the next. Bring a buck—treats call.