Union Square bustled last night with Manhattan’s Spring Market, kicking off NYC’s seasonal shopping. Vendor Mia Chen slung scarves as 500 browsed, a free-entry spree with $5 finds. It’s borough buzz—pure Union vibe, crafts galore. A kid nabbed a pin; a pro bagged a hat. ‘Manhattan shops—this is it,’ Chen says, folding wool. The park turned bazaar.
The market’s fresh—March 15’s debut, it tripled since RSVPs, packing stalls by noon. Chen’s a Flatiron maker; last night’s crowd hit max—cash flew. A jewelry booth sparked a line; haggling hummed—NYC grit glowed. Runs weekends through April—spring’s in gear. #UnionMarket trended; Brooklyn’s jealous.
Some griped—’Too tight,’ sniped a walker, dodging bags. Rain flecked—tarps popped; deals held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea mart, splitting wares. Still, 600 stayed—goods reigned. Union Square’s never shopped so bold.
Chen’s teasing a night run, maybe food stalls if spring bites. ‘NYC’s hustle—this fuels it,’ she says, boxing threads. The market’s a Manhattan win—grit meets gleam. It’s a spring spree; hit it next. Bring a tote—finds call.