Brooklyn’s Yoga Fair Stretches in Park Slope

Park Slope bent last night with Brooklyn’s Yoga Fair, soothing NYC’s spring at a 5th Avenue hall. Yogi Lena Carter led 200 in poses, a $10 ticket fest of mats. It’s borough zen—pure BK vibe, breaths hot. A kid wobbled a tree; a pro sank a warrior. ‘Brooklyn heals—this is it,’ Carter says, ringing bells. The floor turned retreat.

The fair’s fresh—March 23’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing space by 3 p.m. Carter’s a Slope guru; last night’s crowd hit max—vibes glowed. A latecomer nabbed a mat; incense wafted—NYC grit faded. Runs one day—peace ruled. #BKYogaFair trended; Queens wants a mat.

Some griped—’Too soft,’ sniped a rusher, dodging calm. Space pinched—latecomers knelt; serenity held. A rival’s pitching a Greenpoint stretch, splitting mats. Still, 300 stayed—zen reigned. Park Slope’s never stretched so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s stress—this eases it,’ she says, packing mats. The fair’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets grace. It’s a yoga rush; catch the next. Bring a mat—breaths call.