Flatiron’s streets buzzed last night with Manhattan’s Spring Street Fair, waking NYC’s season. Vendor Mia Chen slung pretzels as 1,000 shopped, a free fest on 23rd. It’s borough bustle—pure Flatiron vibe, stalls hot. A kid nabbed a toy; a pro bagged fries. ‘Manhattan hums—this is it,’ Chen says, twisting dough. The blocks turned carnival.
The fair’s fresh—April 3’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by noon. Chen’s a Chelsea hawker; last night’s crowd hit max—cash flew. A game booth sparked cheers; music blared—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—streets ruled. #FlatironFair trended; Brooklyn wants a booth.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a resident, dodging noise. Trash piled—cans rolled; swept slow. A rival’s pitching a SoHo bash, splitting stalls. Still, 2,000 stayed—fun reigned. Flatiron’s never popped so bold.
Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s streets—this fills ‘em,’ she says, bagging snacks. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets glee. It’s a street blast; catch the next. Bring a buck—treats call.